The houses whisper to each other: stories of rain and broken windows. Their shingles shiver and their mortared marrow freezes as the electrical wires hum to the tunes of the wind thickening with the fog rolling in from the sea. The gates swing shut.
The cars hunker down in the gutters, solid like stones but still unwelcoming to the idea of a rough night that does not come from the burning rush of a highway and the frenzied eating of miles and invisible borders.
The shop owner pulls his garbage bins into an ally, doesn’t bother hoping for their safety but refuses to abandon the mechanical routine that assuages his own fear.
The storm runs to eat the city.
FlashFlood is brought to you by National Flash-Fiction Day UK, happening this year on 27th June 2015.
In the build up to the day we have now launched our Micro-Fiction Competition (stories up to 100 words) and also our annual Anthology (stories up to 500 words). So if you have enjoyed FlashFlood, why not send us your stories?
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