Saturday, September 5, 2015


What do you do when the rock that holds you above the water
only has room for you? 

Sorry child, you're all grown up - 
no room on the rock.

But look, I can reach out - 
I can throw small rocks
your way.

Build your own castle with them.
Just not here.
You can't stand here.


Written for the imaginary garden with real toads.
This has been a Flash Fiction 55. 


  1. happens; generations continue the development and the stewardship

    nice write; have a good Saturday

    much love...

    much love...

  2. Throw the rock to skim the water and what a thrill it brings. Just as in life good to try out one's skills!


  3. It's my youngest daughter's 20th birthday today... I wish her castle was still built on my space, but alas.... those days are done.