Melinda Coppola

twenty four may | from the inside out

Melinda Coppola

twenty four may | from the inside out

A 2022 Story  

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Part 5

Little Stream wasn’t sure Lily Pond had heard her question, so she asked again. “Wee Lily Pond, do you think there is a way out of this raging river? I really miss my quiet life.”

Wee Lily Pond was silent for several long moments. When she spoke, her words were soft, with spaces between them. “I don’t know, Little Stream. I haven’t really thought about it. I mean, I’m a pond, and a wee one at that. I’ve never had any say over where I lived, and I’ve never traveled before. It’s all kind of exciting. At least for me.”

Little  Stream pondered this. Exciting?? All this roaring and hurtling along? She could barely keep track of the suns and the moons. Her experience since she’d accidentally flowed into Big River seemed like one long blur of rush and tumble. No, she couldn’t possibly see herself living in this madness and being OK with it.

“I need to find a way out,” she told Lily. “I’m just a small, quiet trickle. This is no life for me. Will you join me? Together we might be able to break free.”

Little felt Lily Pond ‘s deep sigh like a small shudder beneath her. “Well,” Lily swished slowly, “Maybe. I suppose we could try.

Little’s waters brightened with hope now. ”Oh, I’m so glad! Big River doesn’t need us, there are plenty of other waters here.” Her words came quickly, almost rolling over each other. “We’ll find a way to leave. Then we can go back to the way we used to be!”

Wee Lily Pond’s edges darkened as she considered this, but Little Stream didn’t seem to notice.”

To Be Continued…



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