The River That Wasn't [E] Life and death on a river that isn't always there. |
Ahoy, Winchester! Dang, my friend! You are a very gifted story teller, and you have my utmost admiration! For only 501 words, you created a beautiful piece. It's kind of mix between a memoir and a folktale (there's a real word I'm looking for here, but I'll be damned if I can think of it right now!). There really are rivers like this that appear every so often, mostly in the dryer parts of New Mexico and Nevada where they only get rain every so often, but when they do, it floods big time! I love the idea of this Jason Pete loving the river so much that he wanted his ashes tossed into it, as did his daughters. And then to have you go over that Niagara Falls at the end so you could be with them when you knew your time was up was beautiful in its own sentimental way. You finally understood what the old man was talking about. This gives me the same feeling I had when I wrote my short story "TIME" for some reason. At least that's the type of story I was trying to think of earlier. Great job, my friend! My only suggestion would be to expand on this--perhaps give it a little more detail--but then again, why mess with it if it's fine just the way it is? That's exactly why I've never expanded on most of my own stories! Kee ponw ritin gon, Winchester! 'Twas truly a pleasure to read, and have a fantastic day!
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