Friday Fictioneers – After the Rain

Easing myself back into the game after life totally wiped me out for way too long.  Let’s start with a Friday Fictioneers (a few days late.)

97 words.

After The Rain

Photo Copyright Janet Webb

The carts were all that remained once the storm hit. Tiny arks, once filled with groceries packed two-by-two – or more, really; once everyone heard the reports it was a free for all in the checkout line – now stood abandoned and empty like dripping metal sentinels in the deluge.

As the storm quieted, the clouds breaking to give the hint of sunshine at the horizon, a small breath of wind rippled the standing water. Tiny waves crashed against the legs of the carts, like surf upon a tropical shore.

In the distance, a car horn honked.


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