short fiction · 2026-10-14

Ripples of Seeing

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

She leaned over the pool, watching her face form and fade in the moving water. Each time her gaze met the surface, the ripples altered the reflection, and with them, a subtle shift in the sense of who she was looking at. Not the features, but the feeling of being seen—by herself, by the light, by the quiet attention that lingered like a second skin. Over minutes, the pool became a ledger of glances, each entry a tiny erosion of certainty, each wave a reminder that to observe is to be changed in the act of observing.