The Woeful Farmer ~ Short Fiction

Photo by Leon Contreras on Unsplash

When the lightning danced across the sky and the deep thrum of thunder carried out across the plains for the fifth night in a row, he knew the end had come.

Torrents of rain and softball-sized hail pounded all around him, devastating his crops, ripping through them like swinging scythes.


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