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.
Jennifer Terry 
a loop! i imagine that if this were longer it would become repetitive, on purpose, like GGM
Maybe so, I didn’t even think of that. Thanks for reading!
Circle of life, so to speak!
Exactly! Thanks for reading.
A nice story about the flow of life.
Thank you!
Dear Jenn,
A sweet story that made me smile. A novel in a hundred words. I’ll leave you to dream now.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you!
A sweet, dreaming woman who recognizes an earlier version of herself in the dreaming girl with her bike and her journal. Nicely done loop!
thanks!
It’s like a dream within a dream. Well done.
thanks!
Beautifully told little tale.
The meaning of life, perhaps.
Maybe so. Thanks so much
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.
That’s a nice thought. Maybe tons or maybe just a few kindred spirits.
Thank you for reading!
Kind of wistful. Glad she found what made her happy.
I am too. Thanks for reading.