Day after day, he was out there, carving circles in the field with his tractor and day after day, his son stood by the window, watching his father, “What’s daddy doing?” He asked his mother, she shook her head and pulled her son from the window. Deep inside, she knew he was asking help from above.
This is a response for Sonya’s challenge, 3 Lines Tale, where we write 3 lines about the picture above.
This is Another Story 
Nice. They make crop circles, he makes patterns in the grass ☺
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I think he’s asking for rain. 😀
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Really good 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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Reblogged this on omigacouk.
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pitch perfect twist at the end
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Thanks. 🙂
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That is his way of praying for rain. Great story, Yinglan!
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Yep! Thanks for reading. 🙂
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Interesting thought here.
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Thanks. 🙂
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Hard to say why Dad does what he does. He’s happy at least right? Could’ve been aliens, could be mental illness, or could be some kind of traumitizing event. Who knows. Maybe the sons prayers will be answered. Nice lines.
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Yeah, could be anything. Thank you for reading. 🙂
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