50 Word Stories: The Flood

It began as a trickling like rain on a summer’s night running down a window. Without noticeable change, the water gurgled and giggled as though a river building to the sea. When it roared through every sense, a bestial thing, a god, I knew the truth: the flood had come.


In Reflection


On Reflection

The world was always sure to head this way

On Reflection

The tidal surge would one day come to stay

On Reflection

The lowlands and the pastures sure to drown

On Reflection

So many peoples faces set to frown

On Reflection

With this poor planet we have had our fun

In Reflection

The rippling of an overheating sun