The cascading water splashed onto the rocks below creating a washing sound as if each droplet hitting the boulders performed a cleansing leaving the surfaces purified.
The keeper of the falls looked down from his vantage point watching the water run from the rocks and disappear into the bush.
Reaching down he ran his hands through the water as it passed him before plunging down. He felt its cold, the refreshing sensation of the icy liquid cleansing his soul of the hardships he suffered when the seasons let him down and there was nothing but him and the odd pool to remind him of what once was.
The rains had brought him a sense of salvation, not only in the form of a now gushing stream but with an active fall came people. He liked to see people gather at the foot of the fall, they came in all shapes and sizes, stood together for the obligatory photo and then some stayed a while embracing the serenity of the location by spreading out their picnic and once or twice lay together in embraces that made him slightly jealous such embraces had been denied him.
There was a noise in the bush below and he caught the tell-tale signals of approaching people, there was an excitement in their voices and as he saw them coming through the last of the entangled bush he slunk back so as not to be seen, as he wanted the falls to be the reason people came not the suggestion there might be something else.
Written for: https://scvincent.com/2018/09/27/thursday-photo-prompt-fall-writephoto/
That last phrase just oozes mystery…
Lovely piece of magical mystery Michael.
Oh I liked this Michael! So many good post coming from you!
Thanks Di Sue’s imagines give me scope to write in this way.
Likewise.
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A lovely descriptive piece, Michael
Thanks so much, I appreciate your comment.
Selflessness indeed 💜
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Loved that ending Michael.
Thanks so much
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