Our ancestors say that this gorge was carved by Water Spirit, who devoured rock to keep his daughter from marrying Earth Spirit’s son. His jealousy remains in a thin silk ribbon far below.
Water’s daughter grew up on one side of the chasm, Earth’s son on the other. Their love built this rope bridge. They say women who wish to marry must wait in the middle for their suitor.
The wind flirts with my hair, kissing my cheeks. I white-knuckle rope handrails, waiting for the telltale tremble of footsteps. Until then, I am between worlds, queen of wind, content.
I wrote this micro fiction in response to Carrot Ranch Literary Community’s weekly 99-word challenge. The prompt is below:
June 18, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes good vibrations. What is unfolding? Is someone giving off or receiving the feeling? Where is the story situated? Gather some good vibes and go where the prompt leads!