This piece was written for the Carrot Ranch’s weekly 99 word story prompt of ‘well’s gone dry’.
Well’s gone dry and Adam stares at the grey-black clouds that cluster like a bunch of stuck-up girls at a school dance that turn him down every time.
So he flicks on his solar batteries (powered by the daily hell-fire Sun), powers up his Hendrix-like stack of Marshall amps, loads his player with Tchaikovsky’s ‘1812 Overture’, turns the volume up to 11, hits play, picks up the microphone and in synchronicity with the soaring strings, the bells and the cannons, screams “Send ‘er down, Hughie!”
As his tears fall like rain into the dust, his nostrils fill with petrichor.
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Glossary:
‘Send ‘er down, Hughie’ – Traditional Australian prayer to the heavens to deliver plenty of rain
Petrichor – The earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil, a term coined by two Australian scientists.
Six Crooked Highways 
Reminds me of home – maybe I should’ve tried the speaker-set with the appropriate crash and percussion effect …
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Ah the salty- scent of sweet armageddon and desolation!
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OK, if you say so. 🙂
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Very nice 99. Hughie’s been going through a dry spell in your neck of the woods for a looooong time Doug.
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Thanks, Obb. He has indeed, while other parts of Aus never want to see rain again. 😉
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Feast flood or famine eh?
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Yep, we’ll all be rooned said Hanrahan. 🙂
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