drought forever
August 5, 2022
Over head the fan revolved slowly, pushing out only a little cold wind every movement. the concrete out side was sweltering from the heat and the the gravel stones along the foot path were turning a strange pink colour as if they had been singed from the hot summers sun. I so wanted to jump into the old half full fish bowl, but there was no use… the cat had beet me to it. I wasn’t very hungry though… I wanted to be. I hadn’t eaten un-canned food for fortnights, and just as it seemed the drought would never cease.
