Despite the relentless rain, Sanjay was happy. After months of persuasion, his parents had agreed to his marriage to Gita, a beautiful but poor girl from the wrong side of the river.
When he got home he hastened to the window and saw her at her own window, waving the scarf that had been his betrothal gift. He blew her a kiss, just as a massive chunk of the bank was torn loose and her old house slid into the river.
Hand on mouth, Sanjay watched helplessly as Gita, still holding the scrap of pink silk, was swept away downstream.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog.https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ and for taking the photograph that prompts this week's stories from around the world. Follow the Blue Frog trail from her blog to read scores of others - after leaving a comment here, if you would be so kind!