We’ve had quite the rainy month of May in central Texas. The weeds are loving it and are growing like . . . well, weeds.

We’ve had quite the rainy month of May in central Texas. The weeds are loving it and are growing like . . . well, weeds.

Story #19 for Story A Day Challenge May 2016

When Leaves Fall
When leaves fall, legend has it, angels weep.
When angels weep, hearts break.
When hearts break, cold winds blow.
When cold winds blow, danger threatens.
Where danger threatens, storms rage.
Where storms rage, leaves fall.
Where leaves fall, angels weep.
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The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Mary Shipman
The Great Flood
“I remember it like it was yesterday.”
Jamie sighed. Here we go again. The Great Flood of ’16. She could have told the story herself even though it happened before she was born.
Grandma settled into a rhythm. “No place to go. Gators washed out of the bayous into the neighborhoods, rattlesnakes hanging from trees, sometimes bodies floating by.
Afterwards, it got worse. The heat, the smell. No electricity. We lived in one room for months. Hung our clothes from the ceiling to dry.”
Her voice cracked. “I tried, but I couldn’t save him.” Grandma still missed her dog, Blue.
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.
For a special treat, check out Dawn’s story. She wrote hers in verse for April Poetry Month.

A Late Blue Norther
A late blue norther
Gathers hail at the corner
Bruising spring’s new growth
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Poem #2 of NaPoWriMo
The weather sure takes a toll on wooden table legs.
