Ripples
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She watched her feet moving on their own accord, through time and space, brow furrowed. They dipped in and out of the cool, brown water. Patterns. Feet moving. Water giving. Colors in the water swirling with agitation. Ripples. Strong then to fade as if never there. Like her footsteps, her life. Never there?
"River! What are you doing? Get out of that water, it's dirty."
Hands pulled at her shoulder, Simon's voice and face beseeched her to look at him. But she couldn't. She needed to see, watch. She twisted in his grip, eyes searching the puddle. Needed answers.
"What did you do with your shoes? River?"
"It changes for a moment . . .but never stays. Settles again like time never was."
"What? Never mind, we should get back. We shouldn't be out here."
She let the hands pull her away, gazing still over her shoulder. The puddle was so serene. Like she'd never shared it's space in time. Gone away? Gone ahead? Or never been?
A/N - Walked through a puddle today. Just happened to wonder what pre-Miranda River would be thinking.
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