This stream that provided water for the house was our summer haunt.

Our every waking moment would be spent in the water. Our parents were relieved that we were out of their hair the whole day.

The only time they would get to see us was during meals. They knew we were safe here, without disturbing or being disturbed!

We would hurtle down the stone steps, in a hurry to get to the water. A great place to have fun while being cooled!

All gone now, with the grandparents, buried in dirt & decay. Its a good thing we are selling!

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s photo prompt © Karen Rawson


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