Down The River

A child's imagination

The barked creased with pain, stumbling the vivid lady who wished to cross the 'deadly flow.' The water rushed with power, leaving little droplets to land upon her crescent moon printed skirt. Clenching her one handled backpack, little steps were taken towards what she saw as her victorious end. Her hair swayed with tangles, making the journey awfully difficult. Balance was critical, as she steadily kept her hands above her hips creating a plane's wing. Although what she though was a shielded move, nearly costed her 94 years of living. A small hop turned into a twig like crack in her foot, resulting in a 2 feet drop onto the depths of the current. The pressure was intense, and vision was limited. Her hands struggled to navigate, whereas her feet in disorientated manner, followed. The river showed no mercy and pushed her merry body far beyond the broken bridge. Her back thumped against a smoothing rock, which is what she imagined. Her mother stood, laughing of the joyous scene. Her faint smile bloomed bigger, wishing to go down the water slid once more.