The heat seemed boundless. Farmers predicted rising grain prices. Daniel said it was unavoidable. My only concern was for my rose garden; it hadn’t seen water for weeks.
“How long do you think they could last without water before we can declare the damage irreparable?” I asked Daniel.
“I don’t know, honey. They’re probably gone. Where’s my navy sweatshirt?”
“In the second closet.”
Three weeks had passed since water rations had run out. I skipped a glass of water a day for my roses.
“Honey, we need to get out before it’s too late.”
“But what about my roses?”
This flash fiction piece was written for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.
April 1, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about the day the earth turned brown. How did it happen? What else might be going on? It can be dramatic or even humorous. It can be the greater globe or a localized Occurrence. It can be an aftermath or a revival. Follow where the prompt leads you.
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