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.
happens; generations continue the development and the stewardship
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much love...
much love...
Throw the rock to skim the water and what a thrill it brings. Just as in life good to try out one's skills!
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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.
ReplyDeletePuts me in mind of the refugee crisis!
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