The Stream, a black CATastrophy Short Story

Her grandmother’s chair creaked and groaned, as she sat on the front porch, enjoying a long overdue break. The sky grew darker, indicating a storm heading in her direction. An imminent disturbance that only reminded her of the tempest twisting and blustering in her heavy heart.

The wind heaved fiercely from the west, shaking the lilac bushes by the stream that ran through her yard, raging this way and that. She closed her eyes and wondered at the power of the wind, and how it blew her carefully fastened hair across her face, like wild talons threatening to claw at her careworn eyes.

alabama-rikard-s-mill-structure-wooden-161985Thunder cracked and rolled across the heavens, but she wasn’t startled. The temperature dropped, and the first fat drops splattered across the front of the porch, darkening the gray, peeling paint. She smiled; relieved. It was only moments before the tumultuous wind had blown the rain right across her lap.

She inhaled deeply, thinking that perhaps there was nothing as good as the smell of a summer rain. Yet, deep down, she knew it wasn’t true what they said. It didn’t wash away all the dirt. Instead, it left puddles and mud. And that deceivingly sweet, earthy smell.

Her grandmother’s chair continued its creaking and groaning, although she had risen from it. She turned toward the stream now, once again closing her eyes against it all. Could she change what the rain really did? If she imagined hard enough, she might picture everything much better than it really was.

“I watched the stream turn into a waterfall, and then the water began to rise,” she murmured to no one in particular.

In that moment, there were no puddles, no mud. Instead, she was engulfed in the water as it flew over the fall into the rising depths surrounding her. She fell back, letting it bury her, filling her nostrils, and mouth.

At last, she was clean.


Originally written in response to black CATastrophy Writing Prompt 08 published on Edited for republishing on black CATastrophy. 

About the Author

Rosemary is a super-clumsy simmer and a real-life fiction writer. She is passionate about movies, french fries, blue jeans, and cats. She is an unapologetic fangirl of Judy Garland and the author of Noble Doubt, a sim’s tale. Tweet her at @RoLuvsSims!

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As a philanthropist, writer, and social media guru, I work closely with the Managing Director at Alexis Chateau PR to support the causes dearest to the firm. These include animal welfare, diversity, and social equality. Bragging Rights: - I'm very good at tweeting and blogging without opposable thumbs. - Proudly employed by an immigrant-owned firm.

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