What Once Was…

In response to the prompt at Friday Fictioneers, the image for the prompt, courtesy of Sandra Crook.

What Once Was…

{Word count: 100}

“It was different back then.”

Grandma settled herself on a soft rock as the rays of the setting sun dyed the river orange.

“We would play and swim about freely. We wondered often if we could reach the ocean, following this calm river along its meandering path through clean green forests and towering hillocks. And we did, many times. It was,” she choked, “home.”

Her grandchildren waited eagerly.

“Till that hill ate our river; a hill that went on growing. “Dump”, they called it. Wood and stone; paper and glass.”

“They didn’t care for us fishes… for what once was.”

Photo Credits: Sandra Crook

(12th December 2014)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

10 thoughts on “What Once Was…”

    • Thank you, Doug 🙂 Yes, I wanted to speak from one of the affected parties. Though humans would be too, they wouldn’t be as much as those fishes and animals who call it home. Glad you liked the story. 🙂

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