The Drought

PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

Moving through the darkness, numb and trying to stay awake. Stacy did her best to stay focused on the road. It was the 3rd time in as many months she drove across this bridge to yet another funeral. Her mom first, and now her dad was gone.

The lake dropped a little more each day. The drought had been prevalent this summer and now it echoed the condition of her heart. Having cried all her tears, she now felt drained just like the once overflowing water that washed upon the shores of her childhood town. Welcome home! the water mocked.

This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you would like to play along, please follow the prompt below and give it a try!!

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22 thoughts on “The Drought

    • Well it did hit home for me because that picture looks exactly like the lakes around here last summer during out drought. But one of my closest and dearest friends buried her dad yesterday and her mum back in June. It is a story based on her… 😦

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    • Thanks so much Roger! It was a combination for me. We have been dealing with drought conditions here in Texas for the last several years and the lakes got severely low. Also one of my dearest friends buried her dad on Friday and her mother back in June. It seemed poignant.. :-/
      I appreciate you stopping by!!

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  1. Dear Courtney,

    My dad passed just three years after my mother. They had been married nearly 50 years and he just never was happy after she was gone.

    The drought was the perfect metaphor for this story. Sad and well written.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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