Looking this way and that, over the pale horizon, she searched the distance for anything that would bring her hope. Each day, she stood upon the porch, looking for signs. She studied the trees and smelled the wind. Nothing today. She knew eventually, the rains would come and her crops would flourish again. But when?
This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.
We sure don't have that problem here!
ReplyDeleteCome to Michigan.
Loved your 55 My Friend
Terrific Job!
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
well hopefully it will be soon enough...whether literal or metaphorically...smiles.
ReplyDeletelol, G -- I *do* live in Michigan :)
ReplyDeleteWell done 55!
ReplyDeleteI love smelling for the rain! I live in the country and it smells sweeter here. :)
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