Wet Stories

The wind howled mercilessly as it forced the cold rain under her hood and soaked her to her skin. Through the trees she saw a light and found the refuge she needed. “Come in, come in. You poor soul.” The old woman sat her beside the fire and brought her a bowl of steaming home made soup and a chunk of fresh crusty bread. Soon the heat radiated throughout her body. The old woman placed something on the table. She looked at...

Ode to the Outhouse by kscorn080 (pete) Do you remember The little house out behind Where you had to go out And clear your mind You sat in there With the critters and bugs Bees and spiders Maybe even some slugs It was an oven in summer And made you sweat An icebox in winter When it rained it was wet When you were finished Done with your chore You jump up quickly And rush out the door For you had been told But it might not...