Short Story/Fiction

G.O.D.

A short Story

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

My watering can hangs upside down on a pole, useless until filled from the well. Once shiny, robust, now the can’s faded, there are cracks caused by the blistering sun. A song pops into my head.

🎶There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza…