Sunday, November 3, 2013


Throughout the day, people complained furiously about the relentless rain. It was annoying; it was infuriating. The screeching of cars at a distance got mixed with the hustle and bustle of a normal afternoon, preparing to close the day. No one knew it yet, but this would be the last day of their lives. The alert came over the radio. A shattered voice announced the unexpected tragedy, stuttering. It never completed the last sentence. A massive wave of water and debris killed all communication, turning cars into weightless toys. The irony… What was a bit of rain compared to this…?

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