[Writingworkshop] It didn't matter at first

[Neale Morison]

Playwriting class free writing 2008-03-05

Prompt - It didn't matter at first.

It didn't matter at first. It was just a thin trickle. But then I got to 
thinking. What if it went further? What if the thin trickle eroded away 
the sides, what if the hole got bigger, then you have a gush, an 
outpouring, and that erodes more, that removes more obstructions, sweeps 
away more restriction, then it's a torrent, a flood, a thundering 
cascade of unstoppable power, carrying all  before it, changing 
everything, drowning the familiar, refashioning the landscape in a new 
image. And while I was standing there thinking about it, the trickle 
dried up.
I put my eye down to the hole and peered inside. Darkness. I put my ear 
to it and listened. A murmur? I put my mouth to it, and gently, softly, 
inserted my tongue. Was that a taste, a trace of moisture? I put my 
finger in and scrabbled around. I pulled it out. There. A thin trickle.