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05 September 2015

rocks

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.

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Written for the imaginary garden with real toads.
This has been a Flash Fiction 55. 

12 comments:

  1. happens; generations continue the development and the stewardship

    nice write; have a good Saturday

    much love...

    much love...

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  2. Often when a person grows up.. they have to find their own rock in order to remain afloat..!
    Excellent write :)

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  3. Good write. I can commiserate with you. I have tossed some stones.

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  4. Throw the rock to skim the water and what a thrill it brings. Just as in life good to try out one's skills!

    Hank

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  5. This is interesting...lots of layers and unspokens - a tension. Well done.

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  6. It's my youngest daughter's 20th birthday today... I wish her castle was still built on my space, but alas.... those days are done.

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  7. Puts me in mind of the refugee crisis!

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  8. Disarmingly simple, devastatingly true.

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  9. This is a tough one... The idea of existing between a rock and terrible decision. What to do indeed...

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  10. To me this is so timely, and my first reaction in how we receive the refugees in Europe

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  11. Oh dear--very simple and stark but strong too. k.

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  12. Too true. With the current refugee situation, as Bjorn mentioned, and so many others.

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