Microfiction #writephoto: Carp
This is for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt. Another picture inspiring thoughts of a dark, fairly distant past.
The stream ran over the ancient stones as it had done for almost a thousand years, but the carp pool was empty. No fish had grown fat in its crystal bright waters for so long that few remembered what the stone basins had once been used for. The child dipped her fingers in the water and withdrew them quickly, shaking her hand as if she’d been stung.
“It’s cold,” her mother said and rubbed the hand to get the warmth back.
The child nodded, but it wasn’t the cold that had made her draw back. “Can we go now?” she asked, but her mother had already turned away to photograph a fragment of cloister.
The voices muttered angrily and the child frowned, not understanding all of the words. She wandered to the…
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