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.
An Unperfect Life 
I can imagine the free-for-all going on and then everyone’s gone and at home, battened down for the storm and leaving the carts behind.
janet
Dear Jessica,
Working in a grocery store, I’ve seen some of those panicked free-for-all’s before a predicted storm. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Dear Jessica,
A beautiful slice of life after the storm.
Don’t be shy.
Post earlier next time.
Aloha,
Doug