Friday, January 19, 2018

19/365 Flood Girl

We follow Don out onto the front porch and he tries to get cell signal. I listen to his end of the call, so tired, just wanting to lie down. I watch as the water crosses Route 7, lapping onto the asphalt.
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2 comments:

  1. Indigo BuntingJanuary 19, 2018 at 2:08 PM

    This is one scary story.

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  2. MaliJanuary 19, 2018 at 3:40 PM

    This is a slow fear I've never experienced. Tsunamis happen more quickly.

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