short fiction · 2026-10-09

The River Beneath Stone

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

The river of consciousness flows unseen, carving channels in the bedrock of habit. Each thought a droplet, each memory a stone worn smooth by pressure. In the dark aquifer beneath waking, currents shift, pulling at the roots of dreams. We feel only the echo of erosion, the faint tremor where the stone yields, unaware that the water never stops, that the shaping is constant, that we are both the river and the stone, the pressure and the release.