This story is part of a weekly story challenge called Friday Fictioneers, where participants write a 100-word story based on a picture. Thank you to Fictioneers queen Rochelle for choosing my picture this week. This is from the Iguazu Falls on the border of Argentina and Brazil.
I want to apologize for not being able to read more stories in the group lately. There has been some restructuring at work and I’m the acting director of our department for the next while. I’ve been working 60-70 hours a week trying to do two jobs, but that will (hopefully) calm down soon and things can return to a semblance of normalcy.
“What happened?” Dr. Rio asked.
“It was terrible,” Iguazu said. “I was flowing along, enjoying the sunshine, when things got rough. I started going faster, splitting into all these different channels. Suddenly, my bed disappeared and I was plummeting, crashing into rocks. I turned almost completely white!”
Iguazu sniffed. “Sorry, still feeling a bit misty.”
“Totally normal,” Dr. Rio said. “You’ll meet Parana soon, though. Things will calm down. Mostly. You’ll be in the Atlantic before long, meeting new friends. Zambesi’s there. And Amazon.”
After Iguazu left, Nurse Eddy came in. “Mississippi’s here. Feeling constipated.”
“More dams? Send him in.”