AUTHOR’S NOTE: From my ‘Every Picture Tells A Story’ Collection. This means I wrote the story based on the impression given to me by a photo or image.
Every morning, Zahra’s job was to bring water to drink, wash, and mix with meal to make flatbread. She followed the trail up and over the small ridge that shrouded and protected the homesite from an open range scoured by the wind.
The path had been created by countless years of bare feet. Her grandmother and mother’s before... and after her, a daughter’s… the child she would bear. Barely a teen, she was of an age for a husband. It would be soon.
It was not what she wished for. The teacher had taught her to read before he died, and the traders had left a few books. Some had pictures of a world and life she could not fathom.
Seeing them... reading the words left her changed with a vague feeling of discontent.
It was quiet and cool by the river, there in the still sleeping darkness before the sun’s heat—already felt on her back as she descended the bank—burned it away.
Zahra paused for a moment but couldn’t take more time than was expected. She thought of how the teacher had told her of cities and far lands. Of the world and how large it was. With a sigh she didn’t realize had come from her, she stooped to fill her jar.
The sun, higher on the horizon, was in her face as she trudged back to her small existence. All she knew.
In that last serene moment, she wondered how other girls started their days in the so very big world.
“Take a walk down by, take a walk down by the river.
“There’s a lot that you, there’s a lot that you can learn.
“If you’ve got a mind that’s open, if you’ve got a heart that yearns.”
—Hidden Treasure, Songwriters: Jim Capaldi / Steve Winwood
The original image that I wrote from:
Other Stories in My ‘Every Picture Tells A Story’ Collection
UPCOMING (For This Site):
Abaddon Rising
Ask For The Dance
A Time When It Was Fast
Born Different
Catch & Release
First Contact
HALF
Honey — Get That Book
Ink & Shadows / The Siren’s Sonata
Leaving Taos
Martha Vanderwayne
Sundown Dogs
The Candle
The Crossing
The Girl In Blue
The Knocking Dead
The Last Augur
The Stars Above A Ramshackle Fence
Tide Buried Bones
Thou Shalt Not Thou Shall
Through A Lens of Dark & Light
Waiting For My Witch
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: One of my readers sent me a photo of a mist-shrouded forest, serene and ethereal. From her posts and comments, I knew a little bit about her. She was a single mom raising a child under challenging circumstances and sometimes struggled. She also loved
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