First of all, sorry for not posting a story last week, I’m currently on holiday and the place we were staying last week had no internet! Normal service will now resume.
For this weeks Flash! Friday we had to incorporate a death into a story about the following prompt:
Typhoon Maid Thursday. CC photo by Shuji Moriwaki.
Doggy Paddle
I was asleep when Murphy’s tongue ran hurriedly across my face. I pushed him away, cursing, but then I heard the sound of distant screams. My heart raced as I fell out of bed and rushed to the window. There was water rushing down the street, cars floating lazily along as tiny figures swam frantically against the tide. Trees leaned like drunks, fighting against the bullying winds.
A stray branch whipped up, crashing through the window next to me. We couldn’t stay here.
I threw on the warmest clothes I could find and ran to the door. The stairs were already underwater. I waded in, Murphy right behind me. I was doing fine until that wave, and then I was underwater. I tumbled, losing my bearings. As my lungs burned I felt a familiar shape and grabbed on, Murphy dragging me towards salvation. As I gasped for air I turned to hug my saviour, but he was not there.
Aww… poor Murphy! Nice story… glad you’re back in the game this week!