This week’s photo: Copyright: Santashwriter
And now my 100 word story:
I was deep in sleep but I heard the storm. I heard the wind blowing the branches against the windows and the rain beating down on the roof. I remember thinking or dreaming. (Do you think while you are sleeping or are you dreaming?) Either way I knew it was bad but still I kept on sleeping.
When I woke the sun was shining and the birds were singing. For a moment I had forgotten my dreams, forgot about the storm.
I stepped out onto the front porch and surveyed the damage. Damn recycling was strewn across my yard again.