The Sun shone as bright as it could on a fine April day. Little Mia was trying to catch the stray, fluffy dandelions mimicking layers of clouds that gleamed from above.
Clear sparkly waters from the mountains descended as if to the tunes of a dancer’s dream gathering at the lake. Pine trees stood sentinel adorning the village.
The scene looked picturesque more than it could be described.But truth be told, the trees here didn’t bear any fruits. Crops turned pale before they could be harvested and waters of the river was as salty as it could be.
Many many moons ago when grandma was still a kid, things weren’t like this. Nature was in full abundance as fragrance of flowers filled the land while wind whizzed past. There was no dearth of greenery either.It was as if this little village was paradise on Earth. Children laughed in merriment while adults toiled hard. Now, there was hardly anyone left to enjoy the view.
Little Mia remembered a story she’d heard from her grandma. A young girl of about Mia’s age was playing by the river trying to catch the dandelions. It was then that the river swallowed her, while she screamed for help but nobody came to her rescue. Having turned into a log she cursed the village to be unfit for habitation. As years grew by, her curse matured, forcing the villagers to abandon it.
On the edge of the river, little Mia now stood gazing at the log with fluffy dandelions in her hand.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you K.L Caley for continuing the #writephoto challenge started by Dear Sue. Thank you Sadje for the photo provided. The above photo is used as an inspiration for the story. For rules please refer here. Also linking to Eugi’s Weekly Prompt Challenge , word :- Paradise. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.