This morning when I drove to Starbuck’s to get my coffee, I saw this fellow trying to lift something oddly shaped from the back of his vehicle. As I was driving at the time, all I could really tell is that it had wheels, was flatish. And was dripping dry dirt from the bottom. Dirt? Dry? What, that makes no sense. It has rained for days. More than buckets. Skip cats and dogs and go straight to lions and tigers and bears. That’s how much rain we’ve had this week. So why dirt dripping from the wheels? Not knowing, I’ll make something up. Like cemeteries (okay, yeah I have a thing for cemeteries).
So for today’s prompt, what kinds of strange tales can you come up with when you try to figure out the ‘truth’ behind something you witnessed?