Baskets of Water

by Brad Beals

In a desert land, at the edge of an ancient, dried-up riverbed, the king sank a deep well for any and all who needed its water.

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A Watered Place

by Brad Beals

In a land without rain or even the occasional cloud to shade the sun, there lived a family—a father and mother, a son and daughter. They lived in a little clay and stone house that sat in the shelter of a rocky bluff, and they drew their water from a well at the edge of a dried-up riverbed below...

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Old Things New

by Brad Beals

Once upon a time, in a land that had long ago been under the rule of the Great King, three friends—Rock, Cedar, and Oak Tree—shared the top of a high, wind-swept hill.

Now, Rock was actually a boulder, a great, round, old, flatish thing that lay contentedly between his two friends. Rock couldn't imagine a day in which life might be different and didn't try to, for no matter the wind, rain, cold, or heat, Rock never budged, not an inch.

Cedar was also old, but in a tree kind of old (even the oldest tree, you'll recall, is younger by far than any rock). He was thin and sparse—branchless actually—but taller than any tree in the valley. Cedar chose to spend his days looking as far as he could in all directions for the storm that was bound to come and blow him over once and for all.

And like his friends, Oak Tree was old as well, so old in fact that he no longer came into leaf in the spring or dropped acorns in fall, nor could he even remember doing so, those things being so far behind. But unlike Rock who never imagined that these days would ever change, and unlike Cedar who was sure that the next storm would be his last, Oak Tree was not afraid to dream...

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The Water Pump

by Brad Beals

A traveling salesman, parched from hot days on a dusty road, stopped at an old farmhouse and knocked on the door.

"Yes?" said the man who answered.

"Might I bother you for a drink of water?" asked the salesman.

"Of course you might," replied the man. "Come with me."

So he followed the man to the back of the house where a rusty iron pump sat on the wooden porch. The man pulled and pushed on the handle for some time, but no water came. The man did not seem concerned at this, and without saying a word he picked up a pail, walked to the woods behind the house, and disappeared...

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Road to the Sea

by Brad Beals

Once, a family packed all of their things into a covered wagon and set out in a more-or-less westerly direction to cross the land and to begin a new life by the sea.

They had not gone far in their journey when the father stopped the wagon and said gravely, "The bridge is out." And sure enough, far up the road, it could be seen by all that the bridge over the river had been washed away.

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The Left Foot Says, Glory!

by Brad Beals

A man walked to the City of the King. His children, a boy and a girl, walked with him. The road was long, and the entire length of it--in this direction at least--slanted upward toward the city, which sat high on a hill.

One day, where the road was particularly steep, the sky went dark, and it began to rain...

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Easy to Miss

by Brad Beals

A young man living in the wide, open country received a telegram. This is what it read:

Meet me at the station today in the city.

with love,

Your father

Happily, the man stepped onto a train. As it approached the station in the city, he looked out the window but did not see his father standing there as he had hoped. When he stepped off and looked up and down the platform, and inside the station house, he could find him nowhere. So the man sat down on a bench and spent the rest of the day watching the people come and go...

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