[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. My fiction has appeared in Emerge Literary Journal, Flash Fiction Magazine, Free Flash Fiction, Spelk, The Daily Drunk Magazine, and elsewhere.

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