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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

He ran his fingers through the raging water. The boss was right, the rapids were tumultuous enough. The rabid water ripped gentle leaves below the surface, corrupting them beyond recognition.

“We’re all absorbed into chaos eventually.”

His walkie buzzed to life, “Tomas, are you ready?”

The boss said nothing would change without the influence of old words …

“Ready.” His voice was steady but only now did Tomas feel the sun beating down on his neck.

The first strings of red rushed through the rapids towards the town water supply.

They would pay for their dependence on old words today.

Word Count: 100

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Wake Me Up

WordPress Daily Prompt – Risky

It’s one of those days where I’m exhausted.

My body feels like it’s about to drop straight through the last uneasy wooden board on the rickety old bridge.

Not that I dread it I suppose, the cold rapids beneath might be a welcome change, they might wake me up.

In truth all of this seems like a dream.

Like I could be walking or floating, perhaps if I just don’t look down I’ll fly away into the clouds.

Maybe I’ll rise even farther, take orbit among the sun and stars.

It could be like a cartoon scene where coyote’s botched attempt at ending the roadrunner lands him among the aliens who only want to destroy the planet.

It’s all so surreal, floating so far away.

It seems so quiet and calm in the swirling purples and blues of outer space.

But my limbs are heavy and my eyes are struggling.

My skin is crawling and my bones are moving faster than the rest of me.

I suppose I’ll just crash into the rapids,

Take the risk that they’ll suck me under,

Maybe the cold rush will at least wake me up.

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