I could sit , all my life, in this cradle of rocks – safe against tempests and tides- Anchoring myself with an indescribable longing in the hollow of my heart . A longing to be held and to hold – to be buoyant even when weighed down.
But I was made for a purpose by a power greater than me. Cut down . Severed from roots that nourished me. Planed and pounded. Shaven and shaped . I need to find that purpose. Fulfil it. Sate that longing.
Will you help me? Yes? Great ! Just rock my boat!
I have been in a writing rut this past month. I do have a lot of excuses – valid ones- I think. Getting back on the writing boat wasn’t easy. Its amazing on how much rust the brain can collect in a few weeks. Thanks to a gentle push I’m back in action.
This less than 100 word story (91 words) is written in response to the 100 word photo challenge posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field each week. This week’s photo was provided by Jennifer Pendergast, who happens to be a master story-teller herself.
Click on the ‘blue frog’ below to read Jennifer’s, Rochelle’s and other amazing takes on the same photo prompt: