We’ll All Be ‘Rooned’
Today’s random word is: ruin
What a pessimist Irishman Hanrahan was!
If it hadn’t rained for a week or so, for sure the crops would die.
Even when, on bended knee he’d prayed to the Lord for rain, his pessimism followed him around, rankly odious.
He knew the rains wouldn’t come. He knew the tanks would soon be empty. He just knew it in his water, he would assure others.
The villagers had learned to hold their tongues. But still they smirked behind his back.
In God’s own time the rains came, a wild ferocious burst.
This, Hanrahan loudly proclaimed, would surely have them ruined.
If you’re not already on board with writing drabbles, (short, 100-word stories, no more, no less,) do yourself a favour. Get stuck in! They are a lot of fun to write, but also serve as a lesson in tight writing, given the 100-word constraint.
Here too, is the link to Nancy Oglesby’s Fiction Shorts where you may join and write your own drabbles.
