Harry stood at the window and stared at the lashing rain, the water in the street rising slowly. Another inch and it would reach the front door.
‘This is unbelievable, we need an ark not a house.’
‘Don’t just stand there like a spare part!’ Emma snapped. ‘We need to get what we can upstairs.’
‘Like what?’
‘Like everything! The television, the books, the knick-knacks, the crap in the kitchen cabinets.’
‘We don’t have time.’
‘Harry!’
‘What we need is a big boat; the river’s burst its banks.’
‘Just do it, Harry. Or you’ll need more than a new home.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Rob - As always you've captured a moment beautifully. I've seen rain like that and it is awful.
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