The River Widow

by Ann Howard Creel

So many moments went unnoticed, and suddenly, for this brief one, she was thankful for everything that had brought her to this place and this second and this sensation—an awareness of her unique life. However imperfect, it was hers alone. And if personal sacrifices were a part of it, so be it.

“I fell in love with the woman a river is, complete with curves and changes of mood, and always in motion.”

If you spot someone’s weakness, avoid touching upon it at all costs, unless you want a confrontation.

they had done this, there could be no turning it back. Did love always come joined with a certain amount of trepidation? Along with the good feelings, was there always dread that something wouldn’t go right or that love could be lost? Love and fear seemed twined like stalks of a grapevine—so close they couldn’t be separated.

Father Sparrow had once told her that a person gained wisdom when they asked themselves the hard questions in life, and now she stood face-to-face with two she could not answer: Had she done any good in her life? Was she making the right decision?