The Water Folk

Photo by: Al Forbes

The town of Bailey grew faster than  other small towns. Its town council and individual businessman all made savvy decisions. Outsiders never knew why, but locals thanked the Water Folk.

Water Folk arrived on comets more than two billion years ago. Nearly all water, with trace minerals and electrical charges, the creatures generated magnetic fields with which they controlled their form. Their intelligence was immeasurable, their wisdom beyond imagining.

They lived in the storm drains of Bailey, offering advice to anyone who asked for it. At Vine and Main, Windom appeared before Monica. His anthropomorphic form was comforting though he was still slightly translucent. He listened carefully to Monica’s question then spat, “Well fire her then! You’ll both be better off.”

To Michael, Windom said, “Sell that worthless stock! What are you thinking?”

Everyone noticed that Windom had become abrasive lately. People began asking other Water Folk how to deal with him.

Months later, a different Water Folk streamed up onto the sidewalk.

“You’re not Windom,” said Stephanie.

“I’m Waldren, Windom’s son.”

“Oh! He’s become so angry lately.”

“He needed a vacation.”

“I see. So you’re not like him?”

“Not at all! I’m the watered down version.”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction:


About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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7 Responses to The Water Folk

  1. Iain Kelly says:

    *Groan*, but I still laughed 🙂

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  2. James says:

    Watered. Down. Version. Oy.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Lyn says:

    Oh dear… LOL you enjoyed writing that, didn’t you Eric 😀

    Liked by 2 people

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