Monday, February 16, 2009

The Water of the Woods

"The woman leaned over the glistening water watching her reflection ripple as she plopped the tip of her finger into the cool liquid. She sat down on the edge of the small pool and rubbed the bricks reverently that held the water in. The water rippled again, but this time it was not because someone had touched it. It was calling to the woman, beckoning her to drink from it. The tired hands dipped her silver stein into the placid liquid and drew it back out, water dripping silently back into the pool from the bottom of the stein. Her hands shook with excitement as she raised the cup to her lips and allowed the fresh water to drain down her throat. She felt something spark inside her and caused a shiver to run up her spine. She finished off the water and eagerly filled her cup for the third time. The last drops from the cup dripped into her open mouth, her hand slipped from the stein’s handle and the metal cup came crashing down upon the stone floor. Her senses reeled, and her body felt like a boneless fish. She knew she had drunk too much, this had happened before, but once she began it was too hard to resist. She fell to the floor with a sickening pain throbbing in her head. She opened her eyes for the last time before she fell into a painless sleep. Her eyes caught the beautiful words written in Latin across the brick border… “The Water of Life.”"

The Water of the Woods by, Anna Michael (prologue, pg. 4)

3 comments:

Ashton David Spitzby said...

This speaks to those that know

davis sterling said...

"Water of Life"... sometimes we do not see clearly if purity is conatined in all that the water of our life displays and we must discern if the situation attains to the water of life or the water of death. Our destiny is in the hands of our Maker and it is He that we must seek to know which water it is we bring to our lips in each situation He offers.

Joshua James said...

Tantalizing, I can't wait to read the whole book.