The River

I don't know where this is going, and I don't particularly care. We'll see if I can finish it. No word limit, no editing, just an adventure to be had! And that's all you can ever ask for, really.

The boy stared at the clear, slow moving river that marked the edge of the small fishing village. He would soon consider this peaceful place enemy territory, with as clear a conviction as he now called it home. He would often spend his afternoons here, wondering at the glassy surface of the water, without even a ripple to mark a single disturbance. And this, to him, was a sign of a good life. He was wrong, of course, not about his personal philosophy, but about the large waves currently forming at his feet. A girl swam quickly to the bank, and to the astonishment of the boy, crawled directly toward him. “Well, that wasn’t too difficult,” said the girl, and she promptly fainted.