KL Caley hosts this writing prompt weekly: https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2022/02/10/writephoto-island/
Her Creative Place
She stood, looking at the small island. How could it be that only years before it was her refuge still attached to the rocky shore she loved so much. She remembers sitting out there, as a child, under the willow tree, writing, drawing, and daydreaming about her future. Now the time was here and she was finally able to come back. She wanted to see if she could get that same creative feel if she sat under the tree again. But, to her dismay, there was now a path of water that wove its way between the land and the new island, making it impossible to cross unless wearing shorts and water shoes. She couldn’t remember water even coming up that high but with the rain increasing as a result of global warming, she assumed it happened without anyone even noticing. Maybe she would come back in the summer when the water wouldn’t be so ice cold. Nah, she thought to herself, it took me this long to come back and look what happened. By the time I come back again the whole island will probably be underwater with a dead tree laying on its side, limbs protruding above the surface of the water.
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A truthful and heart-rendering piece. Time itself is a gift but I wonder how many return to a treasured place to find them quite different from before. ❤️ Thank you so much for this brilliant entry to the #writephoto prompt. KL ❤
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Thank you for hosting!!
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Oh, that really gets a point in, and I thought it was leading to a happy reunion!
It reminded me of a tree I knew at the edge of a lake, which was steadily being undermined by the water… it was still hanging on when I left, but I wouldn’t dare step up to it, let alone sit in front of it like I used to!
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