It was a picnic
Just Him and her
a quiet place
Deafening silence prevailed
Filled by the roar of water
He seemed to say something
The bark was incessant
There was nothing to worry
She said
in a calming voice
her voice drowned
in the falling water
They were safe
Encased by the logs
In their secret place
No one would trouble them
Not even her parents
No one knew
The rising waters drenched her dress
What do you see’ Prompt #142
For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt
My Tales Within 
Seems like an ominous beginning! Great take on the image. Thanks for joining in
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Yes. Million possibilities. Enjoying the prompts and the vivid stories the mind throws forth
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Thanks for joining in
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Lovely imagery.
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Thanks a lot 😊
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