90 Fountain.
Silver droplets rise then fall into a beautifully carven marble bowl as the child watches, transfixed by their beauty. The gentle pitter-patter of their assimilation adds a soothing background to the dancing points of light. It is high summer and the white city gleams hotly under the noon day sun.
The child stirs, dabbles his fingers into the clear, cool water and looks up as a shadow falls across the water then smiles widely, rises from his perch on the edge of the bowl and takes his mother's hand.
The silver droplets continue their lively dance as the pair walk away, closely followed by two tall, slender and identical figures garbed all in black.
A/N
I just felt a moment of peace and tranquility fitted this prompt nicely. Hope you do too.
Thanks for reading.
