The Flood

While the rain fell with great speed and alacrity, I decided to roam the streets. My hope was to make the unfamiliar familiar and all while maintaining my sanity.

In a town where nothing or no one seemed right I knew I had to be vigilant. The streets were always empty during the Flood. It happened once a week, almost as if a higher power knew this place needed to be cleansed.

Cleansed of the filth who walked these streets, the Flood was as much for their protection as it was for their salvation. Pity none of them deserved either.