© Anne Higa
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.”
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(Author’s notes: Well, after a harrowing day, I passed my driver’s test. I spent today, the day after, applying for jobs in my area. Hoping to find something relatively quickly, but who knows what the job search may bring. In the meantime, I’m bringing up music and revisiting old artists I never thought I’d see again. Here’s one of them, to enjoy today’s Fictioneers with.)
© Jan Wayne Fields
After The Rain
by Miles H. Rost
Jack and Melinda Berry looked out over the vast valley, transformed from a dry and forbidden place into a vast and colorful vista.
To the left, waterfalls that cascaded quickly. To the right, wildflowers that bloomed once or twice a year. Behind them was the campsite, still wet from the prior night’s deluge.
They were worried about each other then, something they hadn’t done in many years. Huddled together as the storms whipped around them on that mountain ledge, they waited it out.
“It’s breathtaking, Jack.”
“You sure are, sweetie.”
In soaked clothing, Melinda snuggled at Jack’s side.