Dear Diary,

It’s been 113 days without rain and I don’t know how much longer I can make it. The crick is mostly dried up and there are no fish to be had. Even the frogs stopped croaking a long time ago. We’ve taken to eating berries and miscellaneous nonpoisonous plants for sustenance, for Pa’s eyesight is far too poor to aim bow and arrow at rabbits or deer and our garden dried up except for some old turnips. I told Pa that I’ve got real good aim but Ma won’t let me near the bow and arrow ever since I shot Pa’s eye out. I hate Ma in her old calico dress. I said “Damn!” in front of her and she stuck a bar of lye soap in my mouth. There’s no shortage of soap bars since we’ve got no water to wash ourselves or our clothes. I’m so hungry I could just about eat that lye soap sometimes. There used to be a wild dog near here that I nicknamed “Skinnybones” who was my only friend, but he disappeared the same day Ma said she found a salted ham in the attic and made it into stew. Now my best friend is a turnip. I sure hope it rains soon.

1 Comment so far

  1. Jackie (unregistered) on February 10th, 2006 @ 5:05 pm

    Has it rained yet?!

    You know when it does, every one of us is going to be on here posting about it ;)



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