Random Scribbles · writing

The Center of the River


The center of the river!

She had always heard that if she ventured beyond the valley she must stick to the center of the river. She would be safe there.

She had spent the last two days travelling this waterway. Sometimes she could wade, sometimes she had to swim but so far she had remained safe, just as the elders had said she would.

She had food enough for one more day, two if she was careful. She thought she should have found him by now. She could still make it home with the food she had; or she could continue her search and hope she found him before she had to risk moving to the bank to forage. That, she knew, would not be safe.

Did she love him that much?


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