Flash Fiction #15


The collection system was working better than expected and the tank had gotten full faster than they hoped.

Water had been the major concern for the last cycle, the surface water wasn’t collecting as the had foolishly thought it would, but the nightly rains were enough to sustain them, so they had rigged up the assortment of parts to create the gathering system, the series of pipes and tube, the large tank to hold it all and a gravitational filtration unit to ensure it was uncontaminated and safe to drink.

Everyone gathered to see the first ceremonial glass poured out…


Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.

Posted on May 8, 2015, in Flash Fiction and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Published a post about the Skyline Drive, and linked your dulcimer post to a reply to a comment from a Southern guy who mentioned where to find them. How many posts have you published since you started? And why, sometimes, can’t I get the reader to accept new categories, so that I can check to ‘see what other people are writing about?’


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