The River Crossing

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Entry to this week’s Sunday Photo Fictioner!

Timmy planted his feet firmly in the sand. A warm wind swept through his feathers, coaxing him to jump. Yet, his body remained too paralyzed to move.

“Let’s go Timmy! The water’s great!” cajoled his siblings. “There’s plenty of fish across this river!”

But despite the convincing, Timmy always had trouble taking the first steps. New places, foreign foods, and other flocks scared him. A hundred “what if” questions would be raised that needed answering before any progress could be made.

“What if alligators from the Zoo escaped and were holding-out beyond the next bend?”
“What if those snapping turtles from that one time by the Duck pond followed us here? They were on our turf!”
“What if hunters spot us in the middle of the river, all lined up in row while making the crossing? We’d be sitting ducks!”
“What if…”

The questioning continued for another hour before thoroughly satisfying Timmy. He hopped into the water and the pod swam to the opposite shore without incident.

“See that wasn’t so bad Timmy?” quipped one his sisters. “We made it across in all one piece.”

“Yes…” replied Timmy. “But what if we left something behind?”

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11 responses »

  1. There truly are people like Timmy. In fact my oldest younger brother was very much like that as skittle boy. He freaked other people put on a ferry boat ride to Vancouver Island asking questions about what happened if the ferry boat sank like the Titanic. I liked your story for it’s authenticity. Great job.

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