“Twenty-three years…” Liam mumbled
“Can you believe it?” asked Lianne, rejoining her brother in nostalgia as they watched Loboc River from the windowsill. “We used to run the length of its bank until we reach the part where the muddy water and the salty ocean unite.
“Take us! Pleaseeeee!” Liam yelled, imitating a little girl’s voice. “You used to scream at floating restaurants cruising along the river. Hilarious!”
“We thought it’d take us abroad…” She murmured, her back facing the river.
“Hey, when’s your flight to Dublin?” Liam digressed.
“Got a conference at Ohio in three days.”
She gave a knowing smile and said, “Dreams do come true.”
“They always do.” he acquiesced.
Word Count: 115
In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt is a courtesy of Rochelle herself. Thank you!
This story is inspired by one of the Philippines’ tourist destinations, Loboc River. P.S. Sorry for the extra fifteen words. I tried to trim it down from 150.
Happy weekends! 🙂
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