PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
HOW DRY I AM
Rain, rain, go away! Come again another day!
Bobby had always been an active boy, into baseball, football and Scout Camp. He wondered how many times he’d made that plea over the years. Too many, obviously!
Into each life, some rain must fall. All he’d been doing was delaying the inevitable. How long had it rained in the Bible?? Forty days and forty nights?!!
His family had retreated up this mountain when the floods came. He hoped that the water level would start receding, before clouds gathered, the sky opened up, and he had to wish the rain away again.
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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
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good one.
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Thank you. I try. Sometimes I succeed. 🙂
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Beautifully written; the way you structure your words to tell the story but also keep the reader wondering who is this boy/man. Where is he? What trial does he face, not only here, but in his past. Your story left me feeling warm and glowing inside, like I had just touched something of rare and fragile beauty.
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Why, thank you kind….author. Feel free to stop by and stroke my ego any time. 🙂
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Dear Archon,
Sounds like he’s in for some heavy wishing. Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you – and happy editing. 🙂
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Funnily enough, I said that yesterday and today the sun’s come out. Could be a coincidence I suppose, but I prefer not to think so.
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I prefer to just not think. But then I lose concentration, and something like this pops out. Thanx 🙂
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It sounds like my husband’s version of his childhood in England. Tell him to come to Australia – rain comes in bursts but not in Noah type deluges.
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I envisioned this in Tennessee or Kentucky in the US. It’s probably as well that I can’t reach my Scottish ancestral lands. I hear that rain up north is worse than in London. 😕 😯
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You have to be tough to survive in the Scottish north. If not you’re either dead or migrated (which is obviously what your family did as did mine.)
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I like stories that make me think and linger longer than the 100 words and this one definitely sits in that category. Excellent.
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Thanx, but quietly. I’m not licensed to distribute thinking or feeling. 😉
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Kids feel like it’s forever when they have to wait for things to change. I remember those days well myself, wishing I could go outside again.
Nice work, Archon!
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Too many ‘kids’ haven’t grown up, and learned patience and delayed gratification. I may do (another) post about that.
Thanx for the visit. 🙂
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Yes, I think you should. It’d be a nice companion piece.
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Good one, Archon. Email me if you get a global warming freak commenting here. I’m in the mood to troll someone.
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I hadn’t thought of the possible global warming connection. This was just supposed to be a feel-good, unicorn-pissing-rainbows tale.
If I get an eco-freak, you’ll be the first to know. I want to observe your technique. 😀
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It sounds like every time it rains there it pours.Good story, Archon. —- Suzanne
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It’s good that they had the mountain. I think there’s still a lot of saved-up ‘Rain, rain go away’ wishes. Thanx for the visit. 🙂
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