A Storm's A-Brewing

Junior: "Those clouds are getting dark."

Daddy: "Ya reckon?"

Junior: "Yep, and the wind's bound to pick up."

Daddy: "Ya reckon?"

Junior: "Yep, and just look at the leaves on those trees inside out. It's bound to rain soon."

Daddy: "Ya reckon?"

Junior: "Yep, I think we ought to get the family down to the storm cellar."

Daddy: "Ya reckon?"

Junior: "Yep, cause storm winds can blow really strong and turn into twisters."

Daddy: "Ya reckon?"

Junior: "And the rain could cause a flood."

Daddy: "Ya reckon?"

Junior: "Yep, and if we don't do something soon that wind and rain will pulverize the house and barn on and on until little's left of them,"

Daddy: "Yeah, wreck on and on and on, I guess."

The prompt from the folks at Studio30+ this week was reckon/guess. And I reckon I pass the test. Click on the link to see how others treated the prompt. If you don't you're just guessing.

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