“Your cousin Fred.” Ed stared at the rock formation. “It’s your cousin Fred.”
“What are you talking about?” Edna feigned protest, but she could see it too.
The huge rock, worn by wind and flowing water, oddly took the form of a man’s head. It lay in the riverbed, staring straight at them. An oversized bulge seemed like a nose sitting below two indentations that eerily resembled eye sockets. A crevice at the bottom appeared to be grinning at them.
Ed tilted his head to get a better view. Edna tried to look away, but couldn’t.
“Your cousin Fred.”
This 99-word story is my contribution to the May 11 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to "write a story, using the power of erosion."