This little story's been sitting patiently in my drafts folder for close to year now, waiting for the finishing touches. Many thanks to the handful of folks who read over it and offered some suggestions for sprucing it up a bit. Maybe it's still not everything I'd like for it to be, but I feel like it's at least presentable. source unknown - Fairweather Blue - "Abigail! Are you wasting water again?" "No, Mama." I fumbled, one-handed with the stubborn metal lever while water overflowed the edges of my cup and splattered to the tile floor. "Here." Mama's hand closed over mine, shoving the lever back into place. "You oughtn't to waste, Abby. Sweet water is money." Several drops plinked slowly from the piping in steady punctuation of her words. "One, two, three," she counted them, "that's coppers down the drain. They bring it from inland and you know how we all must pay!”
I really like this one, Janie. The rhythm, the way the words flow, and the truth of it. Could I put it together with the picture into something that I could share on Pinterest? Of course, I would credit you with it, but I understand if you don't want to share it that way. -Kayla McK
ReplyDeleteThank you! I'm glad that you like it. I would be flattered if you chose to share it!
DeleteJanie, this one is really excellent. My favorite of those of yours I've read this evening. Thank you for continuing to write and share your poetry, your talent.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad that you have enjoyed reading.
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