short fiction · 2026-10-19

Memory River

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

At the edge of an old forest, a narrow stream winds through tangled roots, its surface reflecting the amber glow of setting sun. Each bend carries fragments of moments long past— laughter echoing from a distant clearing, the soft sigh of wind through leaves, a promise whispered on a breeze. The water moves onward, unseen but certain, slipping past memories like silt over stone, reminding that what is left behind continues to flow, shaping the landscape of what remains.