chunks of boulders you passed.
ripples and plopping sounds.
If you stayed that beautiful that night, my family and I would not be homeless. If your shy waters remained calmed and your current remained consistent, undisturbed, our community wont be in this stinky evacuation center.
Should I blame you or should I blame that storm for destroying the place we call home?
Should I blame your powerful flow or should I blame typhoon’s strong blows for turning our lively neighbourhood into rubble of woods and stones?
Word count: 100 words
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Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 18 March 2016.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.