Down by the Creek…

18 Feb


Down by the Creek…


We walked down by the creek where your ashes nurtured the strokes of nature spreading across the land.  The children skipped and danced in the tall grass, paper and paints in hand.  Their fingers soon became the shades of a fresh rainbow, one screamed “Look”.  Those colors were “Her” favorites.  Then, flowers were drawn in pinks and purples ever so bright.  She had died one year ago that day. A bench inscribed with her name.  We knew that our lives would never be the same but she found such joy in walking among the wildflowers.  We came celebrating her life.

Text Copyright © 2016 by Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree 

Publishing Rights AsterialThoughts.100WordShortStories 2016 by Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree



Down by the Creek, is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.


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10 responses to “Down by the Creek…

  1. sedge808

    February 19, 2017 at 1:57 am

    nice words

    Liked by 2 people

  2. derrickjknight

    February 19, 2017 at 10:53 am

    Beautifully written

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Sofia Kioroglou

    March 14, 2017 at 3:18 pm

    Beautifully crafted!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. scatterednotebooks

    March 16, 2017 at 2:18 am

    I love this, “Their fingers soon became the shades of a fresh rainbow.” It’s a lovely story!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Don MacIver, RPA, Editor, Writer, Poet, Author

    April 15, 2017 at 2:44 am

    So beautiful Ann.

    Liked by 1 person

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