My family went camping up north every summer, and we visited various campgrounds each time – some were on the edge of Lake Huron, some were in the Bruce Peninsula, and sometimes we went out to Algonquin Park. One summer we were camping at a park by a small lake, and it had rained a lot that spring, so the water level was high, and the beaches were narrow.
One day when we were exploring the beach, we walked beyond the boundary of the park itself, and to an area where there were rental cottages. I had heard that none of those cottages were available to be rented that year, and now I learned why: that section of beach and land had been flooded due to the high water levels, causing over a quarter of each of the properties to be submerged, leaving no backyards, and even some drenched patios. There was one cottage that sat higher up on a hill, with a set of stairs that were supposed to lead down to the beach, but this year they lead directly down into the water.
As I descended those stairs, it was easy to imagine that I was climbing down into a completely different world were the rules of reality wouldn’t be same.
This story was inspired by two different prompts.
The first prompt was from GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Story challenge focused on the word “quarter.”
The second prompt was this photo from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #369: