In response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers Prompt in 100 words
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
“I’m not sure we’ve chosen the right place dear.”
“Why ever not husband, the sun warm, the water blue and the mountains will keep the cloudlettes in line,” wife admonished.
“Just a feeling I have wife, a feeling of deja vu if you will,” his edges growing darker, his grumblings much louder now.
“You’re leaking again husband,” wife giggled.
“I was sure we could make it over the mountain tops to the sea my wife, no matter, gather around everyone we go together!”
Rain fell, watering creatures great and small, tiny rivulets making their way to the sea.