Sometimes I think that @mariannewest is a witch that happens to know what's going on around freewriters' lives, even before it happens. Like today.
I was working on some text editing this afternoon when I saw today's prompt. I thought I may think about somethign to write later, after I was done with the editing and with some work I had pending on the sidewalk.
You see, here in this town the seawage system is so bad most houses have "black waters" (as we call them) flowing inside. Out in the streets (as you have seen in some of my posts) our gutters are black rivers with fish and all. Most pipes are blocked and not properly maintained, so most houses' foul waters do not flow into the main streets pipes. The whole system is obsolete and lack of maintenance does not help either (another achievement of the revolution).
We have been having some serious problems with our plumbing lately and after some useless nasty works in the hall, the decision was made that we would have to do what most neighbors have done: open an outlet or sewage canal on the sidewalk and let the black waters go directly to the gutters.
It was a sunny day and temperatures have been nearing 100 F lately, so I was working on my editing work while the sun stopped throwing flares at us. It got a bit cloudy and I decided to go out and work on this canal. I knew it would take me a couple of days to finish that, considering I would be able to work on it just a few hours a day.
Out of the blue it started to rain. I thought, well, that's better than working under scortching sun. My arm was working well, I was not hammering my fingers and the chisel was slowly but surely opening up the path for the external piping. That's when the lighting started to illuminate the sky and the rumbling sound of thunders told me that I was either invoking them with my hammer (probably to open the canal faster) or up for a very unusual and shocking way to end the day.
I tried to act indiferently, but the harder and faster I hit the chisel, the more sparkles I got both on the sidewalk and on the clouds.
I decided that I was neither handsome or lucky enough to deal with thunder and called it a day.
Maybe it was a sign from mighty Thor that I should not contribute with the destruction of the few sidewalks we have left. If only mighty Thor could aim its thunders the right way and end the source of the problem, the source of all the destruction and calamities. That would make me a true believer! That would make him a mighty God!
Av. Perimetral Cumaná today in the afternoon. Image courtesy of EsNoticiaSucre(Whatsapp group)
This was my entry to @mariannewest and @latino.romano’s 5 Minute Freewrite: Thursday Prompt: thunder storm. You can see the details here.
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