‘You been here long?’ ‘No, not really.’ ‘Me either,’ I say, dragging my finger through the water pooling on the sill. ‘Still, it’s weird, isn’t it?’ ‘What?’ ‘Well, like, I don’t think I’ve been here long. But on the other hand I can’t remember ever not being here… So I don’t know.’ ‘I remember singing.’Continue reading “#writephoto – When The Water Falls”