PHOTO PROMPT – © Jean L. Hays Genre:Fiction Word count:100 |
The incident is still so fresh.
I remember colouring our old trucks in little graffiti style I knew which we drove for the performance that day.
The sole survivor recalls of the violent and killer desert thunderstorms that came quickly without warning uprooting and toppling everything, burying them underground
Dancing on sand dunes, a step after step, after swirling ropes and holding bamboo sticks, the desert folklore had become faint after the troop had disappeared.
Written for Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt
Dear Rashmi,
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Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks for dropping by Rochelle:)
DeleteOh dear. Nature's fury is indeed, unpredictable :)
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Thank you. Well said Vinay:)
DeleteSandstorms bury hopes too. Sad.
ReplyDeleteWell said:) Thank you Kalpana:)
DeletePoignant.
ReplyDeleteThank you Soumya:) I am so happy when ever you read my post. You are my inspiraion girl:) *Hugs*
DeleteVery sad and gripping. Great story.
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