By Jeff Switt
We were the only family to survive on the scorched plains. We had no need for fences because there was no livestock or wildlife. We dug a well, which produced only lifeless sand. Without water, planting crops was pointless. And, we had no seed. Only sun.
Our windows had no panes, the doorway but a pointless passageway for visitors who never came. The wind had ceased to carry the songs of the robin or the nocturnal howling of the coyotes.
We fed on prayers lifted from our childhood, and drank from the vessels of our faith.
Perhaps He will come tomorrow.
What a great word picture and clever commentary on faith. Nice job!
This one packs a punch, and then some. It asks the question: “Is faith always enough?” Only the future can reveal the answer. Great job, Jeff.
Amazing poetic piece, such vivid emptiness, engaged all my senses. Great job, Jeff.
Like poetry… That’s why I love flash fiction. It can be such a beautiful blend of poetry and prose.
You never let us down, Jeff. Glad to see you back at it. Love you nephew.
Jeff,
I am a card-carrying agnostic, but I appreciated the beautiful prose.
Thank y’all for appreciating my writing. And thank you,too, to 101 editor Emily for her keen eye.