Friday Fictioneers – The Creek

ff120314When we were young

We sat on the end of the pier – our soft, pink toes dangling in the still waters; dragonflies buzzing, as the reeds submitted gently to the hot summer breeze.

When we were young

We dreamt of living on the other side of the creek, of raising our kids in the whitest of the whitewashed houses that nestled between the trees.

Now we are old

The toes dangling in the still waters are wrinkled and worn; the dragonflies though remain young – the houses between the trees still impossibly white.

Now we are old

Blessed for the loving life we shared together on our side of the creek.


These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

18 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Creek

    1. paulmclem Post author

      Yes, this was something a bit different from me this week. I’m usually a straight up story man but I liked the young/young then old/old idea…seems to have come out ok!

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