Friday Fictioneers: Undercurrent
The path downriver is calm. Behind our ferry the water’s surface stubbornly holds on to the sun’s final rays.
Ahead waits a night covering a land I’ve never walked, a home with a husband I’ve never met. A world that mother has known and a path every woman before her has taken.
Beside us brilliant fish swim in the opposite direction, heedless of the current.
I don’t stop to think. I slide my dress off and dive into the water, making for the sunset.
For the first time in my life, I know what it means to go against the flow. And I never turn back.
About this challenge:
Every week, writers around the world each submit a 100-word story in response to a photo assigned by our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Visit their pages at Friday Fictioneers! 🙂