Is there a bit of a water theme going on this week – just a teensy one?
Here’s my story:
Swallowed, by Emma Baird
They watched the water levels rise, deciding on the sensible option of moving upwards – spending the day carting sofas, book shelves, TVs, the fridge and a small stove upstairs.
The water, however, didn’t look as if it was going to stop rising. They wondered if it might reach the sky – clouds and waves colliding and swallowing up the land.
What’s going to happen to us, he said. She shrugged. The house on the hill had always seemed impregnable.
Maybe we’ll develop gills, he suggested. Evolution was going to have to kick in fast. Water was now lapping at the landing.