PHOTO PROMPT – © Dale Rogerson

This river had saved Kara.  She’d fallen asleep on its banks in the summer and dreamed. She’d tiptoed precariously along its jagged rocks and laughed with her sister.

She’d moved far away.  To a place where she could wake up in the morning and walk to the ocean.  For her family, she’d returned, but only for a few days. The ocean always called her back.

A young girl deposited her bike in the dirt and sat along the riverbank, retrieving a journal from her backpack.  Kara smiled and walked back to her car, leaving the girl alone to dream.

For Friday Fictoneers!


18 thoughts on “Daydreamer

  1. Such a sweet story of following your dreams and recognizing the lasting appeal of the place. I wonder how many have already dreamed there before her.

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