The Mighty Flood (FF)

And with a wave of his mighty hand, he hath sent waters to cover the Earth.

And the waters swept away oxen and sheep,  grain and all manner of crops, every type of abode and homestead, and men and women too.

Why hath he done such?  Because he looketh about and did not like what he saw.

"Dang it!" said Big Ed Furley,  Afternoon Superintendent at the County Reservoir. "The setting on Switch No. 3  looked wrong, I did not like what I saw, so I pulled the switch!"

"Now how are we ever gonna get all that water back into the reservoir?"

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Here's hoping this doesn't offend anyone.  Look at it as newspaper copy written by an overzealous intern of an unfortunate occurrence in a nearby township. Look at it as my contribution to this week's Friday Fictioneers based on the picture prompt above. 

The other mighty Fictioneers offer a flood of other interpretations on the prompt by clicking here.

Here's something that is major news for the overzealous intern to write up:  I brought this baby in at 94 words, a rarity for me.  You can thank Big Ed Furley .... and malfunctioning Switch No.3.

The Storm and the Floods

  

Jervis was tired.  Bone dead tired. 

True, the storm had been predicted well in advance and the resultant flooding was not unexpected, but the sheer magnitude of it was horrifying. The swirling tides were simply everywhere.

Long ago he'd had to abandon his four wheel drive utility vehicle and begun going house to house to see who might need rescue. Trudging through waist deep muck and mire, he'd knock on each individual door and call out "Is anybody here? Anyone need help?"

In one house, he found two older people huddled on the second floor, both terrified by the rising tides that had almost engulfed them.   In another, an angry young woman said the deluge had her so upset she was disillusioned about everything she'd ever believed in.

Truth to tell, Jervis felt that way too.

Thankfully by next week it would all be over. The election would have taken place, the national storm subsided, and the flood of bullshit finally receded across the land.  

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