Relentless Flow

Newfoundland

Photo © Larry Flemming via Google Maps Photoshere



“I am listening,” I say. Maniq’s hands rest on his knees, his hundred beads silent.

I resume untying loose net knots. My brother is too lenient with his apprentices. But who’d be blamed if we ran out of dried fish?

Maniq’s distant voice stills. He encloses my hands. “Stop. For once, stop.”

“My people need me.” I want him to say, ‘I need you.’ He doesn’t. Could anyone be that complete in himself?

I’ve always emulated the River Anzarq, running so fast, so strong, that it never freezes. Until Maniq asked why I throw myself against these sharp stones.

“Even the Anzarq chooses its own path,” he said.

But I was too busy being busy.

Now Maniq is going. Redirecting his life’s stream to fresh banks. Leaving me here, with my rocks and my rapids and my reasons.

I tie the new knots so tightly that nothing can slip past.



Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw challenge. Thanks as always to Karen and Josh for hosting this wonderful writing prompt! This week Pegman takes us to Newfoundland in Canada. My “travels” around the area led me to this wonderful sight at Churchill Falls. Click on the link to see what images the other writers found that inspired their stories, and you are more than welcome to join in and write one yourself!

My story is late this week because I was at a local writers’ conference all weekend, which was a blast! I’ll post more about that later, after I attack a few work deadlines and do some much-needed catching up with mundane home tasks…



 

13 thoughts on “Relentless Flow

    • I’m so glad it worked for you that way, thank you for saying so. As I said to Crispina, this is one of the stories where all I can see in it is what’s missing from the text. I had imagined SO much of this relationship and especially of the narrator’s character and problems. So it’s great to know these few hints that are left are conveying something of what I meant.

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  1. Lovely story, Joy. I’m very impressed with your skill. You have the words and the concepts, and the technique to express your understanding of people’s characters. Your last line, “I tie the new knots so tightly that nothing can slip past,” suggesting as it does that she has learned nothing from the incident, is simply brilliant.

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