Droplets weren’t strangers here. They were neighbours. The kind who’d knock wanting sugar when supper had been served. Not that there was any worry about finishing the bowl of blackberry crumble. It didn’t need to eat. Energy wasn’t a problem. Clarity was. Why had it ventured beyond? One could say it was a mixture of the need to be there no matter how blurry – the desire to push the boundary – just once. Easy to leave. Easy to enter the fall-streaked forest. Easy to disappear. Water sloshed as it moved through moisture. Would it ever be relieved to get out?
Mark Szasz
22/10/2022 03:38:48 pm
I enjoyed this! It has a good "enter the mind of nature" and "enter the mind of the surreal" feel to me :) Thank you for sharing!
Jocelyn-Anne
22/10/2022 06:32:37 pm
Hi there, Mark! It's lovely to hear you enjoyed the story. Thank you for your comment!
Rosemary Johnson
22/10/2022 10:01:08 pm
Very autumnal, Jocelyn. Water droplets have thoughts and intentions? Blackberry crumble? Dried up on the brambles now, I’m afraid.
Sue Clayton
23/10/2022 03:42:39 am
Droplets turn to water that seeps into the forests. The expansion of Loch Faskally.
Jocelyn-Anne
23/10/2022 01:34:02 pm
Very true! Perhaps another flash, Sue?
Jocelyn-Anne
23/10/2022 01:32:40 pm
Thank you, Rosemary. You never know! Yes, have to time it right with blackberry picking, but when you do what a yummy crumble. Comments are closed.
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