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Water was everywhere. Running from over flowing gutters, streaming slick-like down brick walls and fences. The drains had given up long since, throwing back the water in fountains of protest. It pooled into puddles on saturated lawns. A gust of air sent a drum roll of droplets across the polytunnel. Be careful what you wish for, Granny used to say, you might just get it. Who had wished for rain for the garden, she wondered?


Submitted PP July ’17

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Reluctant writer, word dabbler...tea maker, coffee drinker, rum imbiber, chocolate eater.

2 responses

  1. That surprised me. I thoght it was going to be dark and gothic. But no, we had a polytunnel and Granny. Cool ❤ 😉

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