By Coco Jane
Wheat chaff flew from Alton’s harvester on a hot July afternoon. The machinery chugged along. Nothing interesting to tell his wife that evening.
Suddenly, smoke wafted amid the chaff storm.
Alton turned off the machine, hopped down, and walked to the front. Flames licked from a coating of chaff on the pick-up bearing. He dumped his water bottle over the fire and continued.
Minutes later, smoke wafted again. Dry field, no water. The entire county could burn before help arrived.
Alton paused, looked both ways, then doused the fire.
He zipped his pants. Now he had a story for his wife.
A serious haha
Thanks, Lisa. This actually happened to my sister’s father-in-law.
Loved it. Very clever.
Okay, that was how we extinguished our campfires when I was a kid.
Love this! Clever and funny. ?
Waiting for your first collection to be available!
Maybe when I’ve completed fifty. I have about forty now.
That’s better than trying to get your new wife’s butt unstuck from the car fender where we stopped for her to make an emergency pit-stop next to the rear wheel. It was January, in sub-freezing rural West Virginia. She’d just finished and about to rise, lost her balance, and up against the freezing metal car. You can picture the rest. Men can certainly be resourceful.
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Peeing is fun.
The setting is so well described that it becomes memorable. The farmer’s efforts to solve a problem with whatever tools he has — good old American know how. Love the ending!
Thanks, everyone. This was fun to write.