Drought — Short Fiction

Today I’m rushing around, preparing for a speaking engagement. No time to blog. So, here’s a little short story from my archives. Good for this rainy day. Enjoy.

Susie Finkbeiner

The sun scorched grass prickled in her bare feet. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. As she walked across the yard. Just a couple steps to the fence. To the shady spot under the old tree. She never could remember what kind of tree it was. Just knew it was big. And that when it stormed she feared it would topple down and crash into the roof of her house.

“Storm,” she thought. “Wouldn’t mind a good storm.”

Some kind of bug landed on her foot. She kicked her foot in the air to make it hop away. Locust or grasshopper. She never cared to know the names of insects. Never mattered much to her.

“Ain’t been no rain round here in so long,” she said out loud. Hearing her own voice caused her to start a little. It’d gotten so deep and rough over the years. “All that smokin’ makin’ me sound…

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