Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #363

Marco stared in desperate awe
Not so sure of what he saw
Water shooting way up high
It nearly went into his eye

He thought it’d be safe
He thought it’d be fine
He never quite thought
of this small land mine

So Marco stood stoically panting
Like listening to monks doing their chanting
Scared and all wet, no longer hot
Happy the water was all that he got.

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