Writing Share #1

[Water Lily]

I am trying to write more when I MD, so at least I get something productive out of it all. Here is a snippet from what I was able to write today:

A small girl of 4 years danced on the edge of reality. As she crossed the stone bridge over Canteur creek, her mind made the wilting poppies brighten to vivid crimson. The shade from the trees scattered light on the creek below and a strong breeze blew from the south, ruffling leaves and muffling the sound of the quickly approaching footsteps.

Three grown men dressed in tall waist coasts, with fedora’s and pocket squares that matched their shirts, emerged from the woods. They showed her the whites of their teeth the same way her dog, Scruffy, did when a rabbit was outside their door.  They were meant as smiles. They were supposedly friends. The boy with the bright blue eyes trailed closely behind them.

As they approached the small girl on the bridge one of men grabbed her waist, lifting her so she sat on the bridge railings, making her eyes level with his. He looked into her deep green eyes, and very seriously asked, “Are they here? Is everything set?” She nodded sternly. The man smiled ravenously to his counterparts as they chuckled amongst themselves. He put her back on the bridge and led the men onward, over to the opposite end of the creek. As the boy followed them over the bridge, he looked at her frantically and silently mouthed, “run”.