The storm pt2
#3 of Practice shorts
I called out to my father as I fastened the last screw on the fence for the young drakes.
"Dad! What are you up to?"
"I'm just keeping an eye out" he responded rather quickly.
I let my forehead hit against the wooden pole thinking to myself
*Oh lord, not again* my suspicions were almost eminently confirmed when he yelled
"The storm is coming" he sighed
"How long till it gets here?" Pa was never wrong about the storm's arrival. With the drakes now though life just got a lot harder, they would never fit in the basement with us, and we didn't buy them to have them die.
"What are we going to do dad? Why not move? Every few months we have to rebuild!"
"You know why."
I nod, mum had first built the farm with my father. The storm took her years ago; Pa never wanted to let the storm win. He was driving me mad.