UNSEEN WATER

© Na’ama Yehuda

Tootsie Tulip sparkled as she twitched her toes in the oozing water around her roots.  Her ankles had become so dry, there was danger that she could not get water through her body up to her head.  What then?  Heatstroke! 

She would have loved the feel of water drops on her face, but they had fallen on the hill behind her and flowed underground to her.   She rejoiced that the water had brought new life to her.  She smiled as she remembered a song the yardman sang sometimes. She understood now; Drinking at the Springs of Living Water.*  

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Friday Fictioneers, a 100 word challenge by Rochelle based on picture prompt. https://rochellewisoff.com/ Thank you, Rochelle, for hosting this event.

  • John W. Peterson, composer

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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19 Responses to UNSEEN WATER

  1. capost2k says:


    Love this song from my youth! ❤️&🙏, c.a.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I wrote a comment once but I try again. Thank you for putting this song in my comments section. I wanted to use it but I did not think I should when submitting to Rochelle’s challenge.

  2. atimetoshare.me says:

    Happy Mother’s Day sweet friend!

  3. msjadeli says:

    I like your anthropomorphizing the tulips. I remember that hymn from when I was a kid at church. It’s a good one.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I’m glad you enjoyed my view of the picture prompt. You are a wonderful member of this “green frog” group. You visit and encourage many. I do read several, but don’t comment beyond likes on many. Thanks.

      • msjadeli says:

        You’re welcome, and thank you, Oneta. Like Rochelle says, paraphrasing, the way to build a strong writing community is to read and comment on others’ work. I am happy to read the good writing and make comment on it if a comment comes to mind.

  4. elmowrites says:

    Aw, I know how she feels, but I have hope that she’ll manage to get that water where it needs to be!

  5. James McEwan says:

    Water the giver of life. I am always aware of not overwatering my plants since they don’t like getting their roots drowned. I enjoyed this story and the background of the song.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I tend to overwater my indoor plants. Even Tootsie wouldn’t like to drown. Thanks, James, for your comment. See you next week probably with another FF.

  6. plaridel says:

    what a treat! hopefully, she doesn’t drown in joy. 🙂

  7. draliman says:

    I’m glad she got some water. Maybe soon it will fall on her petals too 🙂

  8. Sweet story … I wasn’t familiar with the song. Thanks for adding it.
    Isadora 😎

  9. Bill says:

    Nicely done.

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