Flooded memories

It was raining so hard that it felt as if a river was flowing from heaven to earth. At last it stopped.
I was reading in my bedroom when I heard sounds of cry. I rushed down to see gushes of water coming down from the window.
I woke up but the nightmare still continues.

Note: 55 Fiction is a type of micro-fiction conceived by Steve Moss of New Times. To know more about it click here.

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  1. Hmmm a good attempt to begin with though it could be improved … hope to see more 55f from u… 🙂

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