Dear Readers: PROXIMITY is on vacation (& going through some life changes). Please stay tuned -- we will be back!
Creek-kaw, Creek-kaw, Creek-kaw. The sound of a rusty blue water pump in a small farm-worker village can be heard for hours each morning.
Our love for our lakes might be killing them.
In the early days of rain, the city rejoiced. We were fist-pumping, rain-dancing, praise-for-puddle fools.
Hope. Dreams. And Reality. A world away, wishing for light, sitting in darkness.
Three writers, two countries, one hour. Each week, we choose a different place that exists in each of our three locations: a bus stop, for example, or an emergency room, or a family dinner table.
Over the course of one hour, we find a story. Then we share it with you.
Over the course of one year, these stories will form a collective whole, illuminating the surprising ways in which our worlds are uniquely different and remarkably the same.
We want your stories! Add your voice, the world as you see it. Submit your scene here.
Check out Proximity: Readers Write to read scenes from readers around the world.
