It’s another great pic from http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/author/rochellewisoff/ and so begins another great round of seeing the collective creativity of t’Internet at work!
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)
Make every word count.
This was not a world to bring a child into, wanted or not, but she had to.
Pretty as they seemed, these troughs once flowed with crystal clear life that dripped wet and sweet to feed not only the gardens, but also the rills and house beyond.
Now they flowed green, sluggish; they fed no more than themselves and cared not for anyone who might – or might still – have depended upon their generosity. Timeworn and carefree, the white cathedrals still stood proud amongst the pagan green, but were muted and silent, perhaps contemplating life’s passing or death’s beginning.