🌼 Tales of the Little Brook
My very first published short story—part one.
🌿 Once upon a time there was a girl
with beautiful blonde locks that lived by the most enchanting, (and most little) brook one could encounter.
Every morning, the girl runs to the brook and greets her with quick feet—and oh, how the girl loved the brook.
The brook loved her too, for she glitters and shimmers when the girl says hello.
Many a times, the girl brings flowers she had picked by the meadow and eagerly runs to tell the brook all about it.
Oh how the brook loved every single flower the girl would pick—
loved them,
remembered them,
and knew them.
Every single one.
The brook mourned in tiny waves as she sees the flowers she knew in the girl’s palms.
“Oh little woman, leave the flowers where you see them,” says the brook.
“And why must I do such a thing? If they are pretty, surely they must be picked.”
The girl could not take her eyes off the flowers in her tiny hands; her eyes filled with great wonder and amazement.
The brook never answered her question.
The girl danced a beautiful dance as she threw her flowers up in the air with a laughter that reaches the clouds.
The brook caressed the girls feet and ankles with a gentle wave, receiving and tasting the flowers that fell on her flowing face—
with despair a small brook could only comprehend.