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
ReplyDeletenice write; have a good Saturday
much love...
much love...
Often when a person grows up.. they have to find their own rock in order to remain afloat..!
ReplyDeleteExcellent write :)
Good write. I can commiserate with you. I have tossed some stones.
ReplyDeleteThrow the rock to skim the water and what a thrill it brings. Just as in life good to try out one's skills!
ReplyDeleteHank
This is interesting...lots of layers and unspokens - a tension. Well done.
ReplyDeleteIt'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!
ReplyDeleteDisarmingly simple, devastatingly true.
ReplyDeleteThis is a tough one... The idea of existing between a rock and terrible decision. What to do indeed...
ReplyDeleteTo me this is so timely, and my first reaction in how we receive the refugees in Europe
ReplyDeleteOh dear--very simple and stark but strong too. k.
ReplyDeleteToo true. With the current refugee situation, as Bjorn mentioned, and so many others.
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