[2] The Woeful Farmer

When the lightning danced across the sky and the deep thrum of thunder carried out across the plains for the fifth night in a row, he knew the end had come.

Torrents of rain and softball-sized hail pounded all around him, devastating his crops, ripping through them like swinging scythes.

Published by Justin Deming

I live and teach in the Hudson Valley region of New York. I have an amazing wife, a beautiful daughter, and a son on the way. My fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Emerge Literary Journal, Fifty-Word Stories, Flash Fiction Magazine, Free Flash Fiction, Spelk, and elsewhere.

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