Brenda Warren hosts the Sunday Whirl Wordle. The idea is to use all 12 given words in a piece of prose, poetry or short story. You can join in here.
No more did the natural springs pour their liquid life saver.
The earth crumbled and cracked under their feet, their crops failed, and many of their livestock died.
No-one understood what the symbol meant. It had been unearthed over a week ago, and nowhere was it listed in their history books.
People were anxious, and afraid.
The onslaught of drought had continued for months, and there was no end in sight.
The air was still and stuffy, tempers frayed, and the elders prayed for rain.
In desperation, farmers gave up the rights to their land and moved on. Those who remained looked for a sign that would slide them back towards prosperity. It didn’t come. In less than a year, the town was nothing but dust, just as it had been over two centuries before when the warning had been buried. Time had gone full circle.