This week’s entry:
“Cori, look out the window,” her father said.
She looked up from her book and her eyes were met with a scene so picturesque. Their car followed a narrow winding path on a cliff. On the left was a treacherous mountain that looked like rocks could come tumbling down any moment. Cori marked her place in her book, Tidewater, and opened the window, sticking her head out. Her mother fussed at her to get back inside, but she ignored her and stuck her narrow figure further out. Across from them was an identical pathway on a cliff but in the opposite direction, a dense lush forest bordering the opposing path. She wished they were driving on the other side, closer to the trees. Below each cliff was a rushing river with large rocks jutting out. Cori squinted her eyes and off in the distance she swore she saw someone in a canoe or a kayak, battling the water with a neon paddle. Continue reading Fiction Friday 11/18/2016