Flood, by Bruce Arbuckle

He looks up at the sky, sniffing the air. “It’s coming,” he says. I’m impressed. “You can smell it?” Shaking his head, he laughs. “Radio. It’s breached the wall.” Every year we strengthen the defences, but The Flood always breaks through. We pack what’s necessary and head for higher ground.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “flood”

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Bruce Arbuckle (felt.buzz)


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