It’s rather humid in Horwich (Bolton) today. A little heavy and rainy and as I drank my cup of tea I thought of my brother’s Southern Home State of North Carolina and all that heat. Travel further South from there, and you’re in James Lee Burke country where swamps have inhabitants of a dangerous kind. So I wrote the following 50 word tale.
Check your decking!
Heavy air. Alligators are sleeping beneath our porch. I can hear them breathing. Waiting for my sign.
You see I’ve trained them. Now they know why I saved them.
They remember their loyalties and I guess they are hungry.
You see I have run out of food today.
Shame.
50 words are great fun on your mobile phone!
Chilling and funny – a substantial meal feom something so concise! Mary
I can see the Spanish moss and taste the Mint Juleps!