At crossroads of time, at a wintry moonless night the pond was wailing because a donkey was throwing some skins of aubergine in it. Besides, rain didn’t fall to quench its thirst. There were only foggy letters dancing in the sky like a mirage: r~a~i~n. Four letters let the pond badly desire the rain, but in vain.

The pond fulminated against the rain and the donkey. Then blazing insults sullied with a lot of four-letter words followed in succession from the pond like fiery stones thrown from a catapult in the hands of Sisyphus.

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Comment by Ali Znaidi on September 6, 2012 at 7:05pm

Thank you for commenting on my post, Toby Tucker.

Comment by Toby Tucker Hecht on August 29, 2012 at 10:54pm

I liked the images in this, particularly the pond was wailing.

Comment by Ali Znaidi on August 29, 2012 at 1:06pm

Thank you very much for commenting on this post, Stephen.

Comment by Stephen Torelli on August 29, 2012 at 12:57pm

Aubergine! Eggplant parmigiana comes to mind  and maybe Sisyphus will settle down.

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