Flood Waters – Extract.

We’d been watching the rolling coverage of the earthquakes like everyone else, but it just hadn’t occurred to us that we’d need a tent. When we realised, Marcy ran out to find one before the sirens started. She came back an hour later with one of those pop-up tents that are supposed to be easy to assemble. It was only a two-person tent, so I wasn’t sure it would fit us, and a week’s worth of supplies, but it was too late to do anything about it now. 

For practice we opened it up in our sitting room. It sprung open with surprising force, smashing into a vase and knocking it to the floor with an almighty crash. As we tried to put the tent away, there was a knock on the door, I opened it to find John standing there with a look of concern on his face. I invited him in, and he smiled when he saw Marcy struggling with twisting the tent into the required closed position. Together we managed to wrangle it back into its bag and lent it against our other emergency supplies. 


This is the first couple of paragraphs of a short story I’m writing. If you want to read how it progresses, please do follow me…

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