This week I want you to write about what lays behind a waterfall.
There’s a young water nymph washing her hair in the fine watery mists behind the waterfall. Her long black silken hair along with her beauty holds me transfixed. I watch as she delicately rinses her tresses. She looks my way. Inquisitive eyes locked together. But screams vtyw#*szd. Predator. She then instantly vanishes.