Jess had faith the river knew where it was going. She had traced some of its tributaries, knew its origins. But she only dreamed of its destination, never having traveled far.
Jess licked her melting ice cream as she imagined exotic lands beyond the ocean into which her river emptied.
I decided today to grab some random prompts from a generator. I almost passed on this one, then made myself take the challenge: faith, river, ice cream.
This is awesome Dascha :) so good to see your writing!
I too often wondered where the River goes. Lol. I wonder about the unique things in our world.