Friday, May 15, 2015

The Drought

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No one could remember when the last rain came. It doesn’t matter anymore.

First the crops withered. The corn never developed. Then the stalks shriveled and dried up, standing right there in the field.

Once the crops were gone, there was no feed, either. No one would buy the cattle. After they died, the horses did, too. The dogs all ran off, probably to find water since the creeks all dried up. 

That’s when the well went dry. Ma and Pa both passed away then. I think they just lost their will. I don’t know why I am still here. 


Linked to:
Photo & Flash Fiction Prompt,
100 words or less
"The Drought": 100 words
&
sARTurday

34 comments:

  1. Poignant story. Made me feel sad!

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    1. It is especially sad for those who have experienced it.
      Thanks, PL.

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  2. We sure feel bad for them. Well done!

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    1. Thanks for your continued support, Brian.

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  3. It makes me think of the struggles of folks during the Dust Bowl era. People really went through some tough times. You did a wonderful job in so few words.
    Thanks as always for your support of us at encyclopedianetherworld.blogspot.com

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    1. Exactly, Aurora. I tried to draw on familial stories. I appreciate your support! I love you guys.

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  4. Is this the personal face of global warming? Its a desolate tale for a desolate picture. Well done.

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    1. Thanks, Mick. I appreciate your thoughts here.

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  5. sad but probably happened too many times to think about.

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    1. Agreed, T. That is why I wanted to share it. Farmers matter.

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  6. Wonderfully written. A sad story but unfortunately one that is experienced by farmers across the world each year.

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  7. A lot of truth in this tale well told.

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    1. Gail, I drew on the truth for this. Truth be told, I always do.

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  8. Very to the point -- that's what happens when there is no rain. Someday we may be very glad, indeed, that we live in a swamp.

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  9. 2012 made me first really think about drought. But I remember my Grandad worrying about no rain for the crops and I also remember their well going dry. Quite a few wells went dry in Missouri in 2012. Sad story, but unfortunately a reality.

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    1. Yes, it affects us in deep and lastly ways.

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  10. Bleak and quite realistic! Nicely done.

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  11. How heartbreaking to see the drought kill everything. Every living thing needs rain. Farming is a difficult job at the best of time but it must be devastating when there's a drought.
    Have a great weekend annie.
    Hugs,
    JB

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    1. Julia, I know you understand this one. Thanks.

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  12. This is so sad and sadly is happening as we speak. A Farmers life is controlled by the elements and drought as you have depicted is just one facet. It will end with a flood. That is if anyone is still there.

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    1. Thank you, Irene. I definitely wanted to capture one farmer's story, as shown in the picture prompt.

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  13. Ugh.
    I can't say i enjoyed reading this well conceived and written piece.
    And now I have to admit that "I don’t know why I am still here."
    Randy

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  14. The reason to stay.. Isn't that just lackin alternatives to go to.

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  15. You are amazing. How do you do that? How do you come up with these wonderful and short stories? To speak with Leslie's words: I am in awe!

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  16. Oh! And to think that for so very many in the world, this could very well be a true story. Water is definitely something we take for granted here in Canada. I live in a town that is surrounded by 3 rivers!! and then there are smaller lakes all around me. It's hard to imagine it ever being dry here.

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  17. Dear McGuffy,

    It all sounds so hopeless. You certainly captured either the Dust Bowl Days or a future Dystopia. Either way, a good story.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  18. Great story, down to the last detail. And so sad and true.

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  19. I could almost feel the dryness! Very fine writing.

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