As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I hung up two wren houses that morning; this morning I hung up one more bird house for whoever wants to claim it. It’s a relief to have that done, as our skies are now covered with lumpy grey clouds driven by a wind from the northwest. It’s making an impressive rattle against our mobile home as I type this. We’re hoping for rain to bring some relief to our dry land.
Speaking of relief for the land, I’ve just learned about another writing prompt, Three Line Tales. Prompt #223 was posted yesterday. Here’s my three-line tale about this picture:
The humans had retreated to their stone towers, leaving behind an empty beach of wave-rippled sand.
No foil or cans rattled along the shore; no lonely flip-flop or soggy beach towel marred the scene.
With no free lunch in sight, even the seagulls had moved on.