Flash Fiction: The Spring of Return

She and her husband journeyed to the dizzying heights of the mountain. To the Spring of Return.

Spreading her father’s ashes, Ela dipped her chalice into its waters and prayed.

“As I was the mother reborn as the daughter, return as the son who was once the father…”



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