This week’s photo prompt is provided by Pamela S. Canepa. Thank you Pamela for our photo prompt!
When Frederick slipped down the bank of the long dry riverbed we all feared the worst. After all, it was a long fall and we knew the bottom was covered in large and jagged rocks. We were both surprised and relieved when we heard his voice calling to us. He told us we had to come down immediately.
Eagerly, we all made our way down the slope until we were standing on the rocks. He had landed safely after becoming snagged on a tree and noticed the source of the river had been covered by a stone.
Together we pushed it out of the way and rejoiced. The village was going to have fresh water once again.
Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers