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.)
After The Rain
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.