Many of the stories I write are about the coming together of different cultures, and are created by the question, “What if.” I believe the interaction between two individuals is often different from the interaction between clashing cultures.
This week, in the photo prompt by Madison Woods, I saw a private bathing spot. Only in my story, it was not so private. So, what if the young Cochise had come upon a Mexican girl, bathing alone in a river?
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The Meeting Place
Sunrise. Elena’s favorite time—the only time—she could bathe alone in the purple shadows of the Dragoons. She stared at her reflection and smiled at the way her body changed with every rise of the sun.
A twig snapped.
She plunged beneath the river’s surface to hide her nakedness.
The Indian watched her like a cougar. Stalking.
Her heart beat so hard it sent ripples through the water. Yet, it was not fear that surged through her.
No place to run. No place to hide. “I am Elena,” she said at last.
His eyes bore deeper. “I am Cochise. And you should not be here alone.”