“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
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