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.”

(12th December 2014)
Dear Vinay Leo,
There’s a certain charm about a fish and her grandchildren. Imaginative.
shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle 🙂 I’m glad you liked the imagination. Cheers!
Dear Vinny,
This worked for me on several levels. Ultimately, I loved ferreting out that the protagonist was a fish and the POV was unique.
Very well done.
Aloha,
Doug
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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. 🙂
A different take on the prompt. I like the idea of a fish with grandchildren.
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Thanks, Sandra 🙂 Glad you liked the take. It was a strong picture.
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ah.. the point of view of a fish!
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Yes, Pixie 😀
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Another Unique piece of brilliance from you. And Glad you did it from the fishes point of View. 🙂
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Glad you liked it, Jb 🙂
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