The summer flood

IT WAS A lovely day as had been so many in that time between the Last War and when they let the Islamists in.

The European sky was clear and blue as he sat at a sidewalk table outside the historic bistro with a well-constructed cappuccino and a plate of sweet biscuits.

Water began running in the street, lightly at first, but the stream grew, widened and rose. In short order, he, the table and the chair, which was wicker, were lifted from the swept sidewalk, and off they floated, slowly at first.

Velocity increased, and the waters widened more. Within half an hour, he had passed completely from the large, old city and was floating swiftly through the countryside.

The river was perhaps now a half mile wide.

The water was neither cold nor warm but as you would wish it in a jacuzzi on a soft summer night though it was still day, and he could see the shores on either side.

Over there, all was green. There were tall trees and flowers. He heard songbirds in spite of the distance. The other side, however, was dark and dead, scraggly bushes, toppled trees, and he spotted a hungry beast standing stock still, staring.

coonHe was not the only floater. A wooden raft passed on which sat a frightened raccoon. Other people sailed by in the distance, some flailing but many just floating quietly like himself, perplexed.

Cars bobbed by with water near the windows. People were inside. Some were terrified, but others smiled. One car contained three children alone. It raced by quickly, and moments later he saw it submerge in the distance.

tigerTime grew fuzzy as he floated. He wasn’t much of a swimmer, but he treaded water well, and he felt downright good. He thought about this flood and wondered how it happened without rain.

A tiger floated by.

Ahead he saw a curve in the river. It had been a straight shot till now. The curve grew closer, and around he went with a smile on his face, the well-constructed cappuccino and plate of sweet biscuits being the last things on his mind.

8 thoughts on “The summer flood”

  1. If you don’t follow current events, you can probably go through life with a smile on your face, oblivious to what’s happening. Or, you can know, accept the premise that you are unable to change anything, and just enjoy life. Same smile.

    Of course, you can still complain in between smiling sessions. I know we do.

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    1. Thanks, Ray. Want to hear something strange? The metaphor to which you refer — and I know what it is — did not enter my mind until I had completed the piece. Go figure, as they say. It was unintentional, but there it is, plain as day.

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      1. Yes, that happens to me a lot. I wrote a piece called “Fences” a while back that started with an idea of fences but ended-up having nothing to do with fences at all by the time I finished. I think I’m rather clever when this happens, but that feeling disappears when I read the comments and realize that no one “got it.”

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        1. Well, you got it, Ray. Kudos. And, I think that my left-wing stalker, Clete, who leaves comments here, also got it. His was the first comment, a rude one that I deleted after a few moments of pondering on it.

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