The stone dropped with a soft plop into the murky water and the ripples began... smaller, then in ever-widening circles, until the outermost lapped his ankle ambitiously. The sound reminded him of the limp slap of a heavy curtain’s resisting hem flapping in the wind against a window sill. A hardened donkey nearby drank deeply from the edge of the water with noisy slurps. Its thick lips caressed the water’s surface and caused more tangential ripples to form. Further downstream a woman was washing clothes. She dipped a shirt into the water, rubbed it vigorously with soap that was rapidly...Read the full story in the Spring/Summer 2011 issue of Existere
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3260 words
Fiction/Drama
Canada publication

