Snow

“Big storm comin,” I say.

“Don’t git yer hopes up, Pa,” says the wife.

“We’re behind ya, Pop,” say the kids. “Whatever may happen.”

“It’s our last hope,” I say. “The contracts are due this week. I’ve gotta deliver or we’re through.”

“Yer a farmer,” says the wife. “It’s between you and God. I’m praying for ya.”

“We’re praying for ya,” say the kids.

“This drought… this darned drought…,” I say, looking out the window.

Then the storm hit. God Almighty answered our prayers.

I went out to warm up the tractor for the harvest.

Canada’s snow-cone companies were saved.

 

 

The science behind eating snow.

Posted for Friday Fictioneers.
Photo: Dale Rogerson

10 Responses

  1. Dear Joe,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. Oh the power of prayer. 😉 Cute story.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  2. Good timing from Mother Nature 🙂

  3. It’s an ill wind that blows no-one any good. Interesting take.

  4. God to the rescue! Nice one

  5. I LOVE this! As I read I tried to imagine what kind of harvest would depend on snow. Why, snow cones of course. How very clever! 🙂

  6. Hah! I was NOT expecting that one. Fun take.

  7. Ha! Ha! Nice twist at the end.

  8. Made me smile. I sure wasn’t thinking about snow cone factories 🙂

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