I watch the water creep up inch by inch towards my door.
Not the torrents seen elsewhere but a slow menacing march of something normally so
calming to those who seek it out.
This destructive force is unstoppable as nature takes back its own.
The feeling of helplessness rises from my stomach, impregnates my brain but turns from
resignation to relief as it begins to recede.
The residue of sticky sludge is it’s calling card and a reminder that it will be back
This beautiful river has a dark underbelly but as soon as it resets itself it will be forgiven.
#FLASHFICTION101 January 2021 SHORTLISTED ENTRY
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