Behind The Waterfall
by Miles H. Rost
The hike from the campsite to the water source was long.
The reward was clear, crisp, running water.
Sally looked around and smiled. She spied a little path going behind the waterfall. A curious teenager, she had to investigate it.
Reaching the back of the waterfall, she looked out at the beautiful blue-tinted waters pouring over the lip of the cave. The sight of the western sun shining through the water gave her heart peace.
Taking out a small bag, she untwisted the tie, and poured the contents out.
“Be at rest, Dad. You always said you loved the water.”