By Peter Caunt
Grandma is sitting in her chair, staring into the distance. Dad calls to her, but all that she can hear is the past.
I see in her eyes the reflection of better times. Grandad used to have a fishing boat. He would take me out, to learn his skills. He thought that if a man knew how to fish he would never want for food.
But then the fish began to disappear, and the river became a dried-up bed. And we began to lose our thousands of years of the past, and the present became a car full of our belongings.
Climate change?
Insightful!
evocative and sad. hints of the “dust bowl” and the great depression of the 20s. Great job
This was based on a BBC website piece on the Colorado River which has suffered a drought since 1960 and has become a dry bed when it reaches Mexico.
Incredible last line!
Poignant vignette.