A Short Story
The gentle stream flowed peacefully along, water splashing off the rocks producing soft trickling sounds. Birds chirped in the trees overhead as a cool breeze pushed its way through. Nature had ways to calm one’s mind, and usually, it worked.
A picture loosely held of her smiling mother had wet splotches from tears that streamed down the girl’s cheeks. Short gasps of air with each inhale; soft moans with…