Ellen Adriance

The Pond

She walked up the grassy incline from her backyard to the top of the levee, as she did every evening, with her dog Sheamus. The pond spread out before her reflecting the golds and reds of the sunset in little ripples from the wind, lily pads and their protruding flowers bouncing. It was the only thing. The Pond. The only thing they had left that was beautiful enough to inspire awe and hope. The rest was shit. The thick green grass, the wild water grasses at the rim, sounds of ducks and geese flying overhead, rustling dense forest beyond – looking at it stopped you from thinking of anything, except the beauty of the scene in front of you.