Flash and Micro Fiction

Frozen Mountain

The river flows lazily through the mountain valley, snaking around each bend and peak, tickling the edges with its cold sensual caress. The sounds of the water lapping against the shore, filling with need as it pushes and pulls, giving the land what it desperately craves.

© Sarah Doughty

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