That Day At Red Waters Creek – Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.  Please follow little froggy for more stories.  Thanks to Maria @ Doodle and Scribbles for our photo.

Here is the photograph and my story:

That Day At Red Waters Creek

The rocks were a worn sienna brown that afternoon. Smooth, like one would imagine a fully lived life would feel to the touch. Smoothed like that. With knowing. Red Waters Creek was rushing by. Delicate sounds of water flowing intimately down, and a few feet from the path we were taking. Holding hands. Laughing brightly into echoes.

“Is that the very last you can remember, Cassie?” asked Detective Lafleur. He ran his fingers through his salt and pepper beard. “The very last?”

“And the feeling of his hand slipping from mine. Yes,” Cassie replied. “And how fast the creek was rushing by. And how slippery the rocks were, near the edges, when I reached to pull him close again.” Cassie laid her hands in her lap and clasped them together. “And then I lost him,” she said. “That is the very last I remember.”


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