It had been a scalding hot summer. Blinding dust storms, the likes of which hadn’t been seen in generations, swept the plains. It was the mailman who found the Farnworth boys at their farm off of Highway 23A. Laid flat out in the yard they were, skulls burst like melons – a sweet smelling, yellow and red sap trickling slowly into the bone-hard dirt.
As we arrived, the Farnworth’s old mouser, Thumper, jumped down onto the porch and miaowed. On the gable end of the barn, gathering birds sang as cloudy skies cleared to the brightest, purest blue.
They say it’s going to be another hot one this year. More dust is on its way.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge. Weird picture, weird story. Went for atmosphere and a sense of menace this week. Hope you enjoyed it!