99 words in response to the Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge 14th September
(c) 2017 Steve Catto
Where the riptide pulls. At the edge. The transition.
Life clings to the rocks, fed by the flow.
To exist is all it knows. To survive is all it wants.
The world passes by, pulled along on a stream.
Going somewhere and leaving everything else behind.
Life dreams, perhaps, to go along with it, and find a bigger world.
Is this the edge where we live?
Do we know that our life in this place is small?
Can we admit to ourselves that there is a bigger existence?
Perhaps the only way to find out is to let go.