They peered out the windows, hearts sinking as the water level continued to rise. The Beareau of Meterology predicted this would be the worst flood in 100 years. The couple had taken precautions – sealing the windows and doors with waterproof tape. But they knew that it wouldn’t be a matter of a few leaks; more likely engulfment of the entire home.
The flood’s peak was still six hours away. The husband and wife deliberated what to do. Evacuation was no longer an option, as the emergency services had told them yesterday.
“I’ve got the dinghy, maybe we can get out with that?” the man said.
She didn’t need to be asked twice. “I’ll pack a bag with some of our valuables.”
They launched the dinghy out the front door. Counting their blessings, the couple paddled for safety.
As they neared the banks they could feel the waves of a large marine vehicle coming up swiftly behind them. To their surprise, they were overtaken by their now floating house…
By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: Sunday Photo Fiction, September 10th, 2017