The Flood

So, here's another one I haven't tried before. It's called the 55 word challenge over at Jezri's Nighmares. I don't know if a story can really be told in 55 words...even after writing one, but I thought I'd enter anyway. Here's the picture prompt I used:


55 words exactly. Aren't you proud? :)

They say the water is starting to recede. The rush of the water makes that hard to believe, but I suppose it has to be rushing somewhere. Rushing, and taking with it everything I’ve ever known, ever cared about - even Marian. I think I’ll find a different road. Start over somewhere else, without the memories.