There is no water left here.
Well, that’s not strictly true. There is the sea, but of course, it’s not drinkable.
The bottom of the reservoir is still shining with watery residue, but it’s more silt than anything else. A desperate few are laying rags down, hoping to soak up the final puddle, to squeeze a few cloudy drops into mugs for later.
Others are still hunting for fruit of any kind, hoping to find The One that is still succulent after all this time. But the entire world is brown.
Even the sea. Even the sea.
It’s been a very long time, and I’m trying to get back in the swing of things. What better way than to dive into the ocean of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely Rochelle? Do give her weekly fun a try – be inspired by the image she posts eery week to write 100 (ish) words on whatever comes to mind.
As for me, I will take a good nosey around at the other entries over the next few days – I’m so looking forward to it!