We get tired of reading about floods and seeing them on the news. Well it’s different when you’re living slap-bang in the middle of one. The thing is, nobody expected it to be this bad. We thought we’d learned from last year.
Despite forecasts to the contrary, it kept on raining. Day after day. Flood defences crumbled, drains overflowed, sewers collapsed.
And now I sit in my upstairs bedroom, watching the submerged world outside as if I’m a goldfish in a bowl. I saw Mr. Bradshaw from number 33 float past earlier, a shocked expression on his bloated face.
Bryan Thomas about 5 years ago
Nice, topical drabble.