Stranded – no place to run
These infernal crop dusters won’t leave me in peace.
How am to do my job if they won’t leave me alone??
Where is a pest to roam?
This flash fiction is the “answer” to my Friday Flash Fiction. If you get a chance, read the full sequence. Thanks to Monkey Man who each week gives us the opportunity to hang out at his place and write fiction in 160 characters – it can be done!