This week’s prompt is an oil drum in the snow. I’m thinking its full of toxic waste, but it could be anything. It might be used but hobos to light a fire to keep, or might be used by someone to make a steel drum and bring the joy of music into the world. Perhaps it is filled with food, or maybe someone has used it to hide a stolen treasure of gold. I can’t wait to ready your stories. PLEASE PLEASE share them.
When the ice melted, the old drums were exposed. They were rusted and leaking. Their poison leaching out and into the sea.
“It’s the end of the world,” cried Raven. “It’s the end of the world.”
And all the animals ran as far as they could but they could not escape the bitter water.
Bear turned to Coyote “This is man’s latest trick.” he growled.
“Yes, ” said Coyote, “and his last, because he has played it on himself.”