This week's challenge words from
spikesgirl58 The words:
Gallon
Catch
Brain
Prescription
Manual
Lamp
Dust marks her steps, her gray breath leaving even more dirt behind.
The world is a cloud of grime, spinning like an empty brain, its moon no longer a lamp in the sky.
Earth creaks like a manual pump gone dry, its prescription for rain gone missing.
Empty gallon jugs stare helplessly at the sky, praying to catch a single drop of rain.
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