Waterthoughts

Further Info

This story was created in the artist’s own time.

Transcript

[Sound of water flowing]

Look up, look down, look round. What can you see? Shadows and light? Concrete and steel? Water. Strange to think this used to be a marsh; a tract of low-lying land, usually flooded in winter, more or less watery at all times, home to frogs and fish, bugs and bull rushes, water sprites and nymphs. I hope they re-located somewhere nice.

Credits

All media not otherwise credited created by the story author, or permission obtained, used under copyright licence.