The Flood – Part 13


Our first night in the boat wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. After a breakfast of a granola bar each I did an inventory of our supplies. The food and water are going fast, I’m doing my best to ration but I don’t know how much longer they’ll last. Stashed in the crates there were a few tools, a couple lengths of rope, and some strange mechanical bits. Nothing much useful as far as I can see. I did find an old coffee tin which has helped the bathroom situation some.

A pair of ducks have been hanging out about fourty feet off the nose of the boat. It’s a nice distraction. Something normal in this whole mess. Tess is drumming her fingers on the side of the boat, “Come on, come here Duckies.”

The ducks continue to paddle around the same couple of square feet, scooping water with their beaks and quacking to themselves. I will admit that the idea of Duck for dinner has crossed my mind more than once, but knowing my luck I’d end up capsizing the boat in an attempt at capture and drown us all.

Zoe brushes a stray wisp of hair behind her ear, “Dad, can you pass me a water?”

“Me too please,” Tess says.

“Sure,” I turn to pull a couple bottles from behind me. There’s some sort of commotion in the water. I hand Zoe and Tess their bottles as a lone duck takes to the air.




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The Flood – Part 12


The sun is just about to touch the horizon. The colours in the sky are amazing, deep reds and purples as far as the eye can see. It’s beautiful, but I’m worried about what it all means.

Things have been quiet. Zoe is keeping to herself, nothing new there I guess. Tess has a conversation with the journal every now and then but tries to hide it. I’m watching the clouds when I feel a hand on my arm, “Dad?”

“Yes baby.”

“I have to pee.”

Zoe’s eyes go wide.

“Oh.” I look around the boat, for what I’m not entirely sure, but surprisingly enough I don’t find it.

“Well, I think you’re just going to have to sit on the edge of the boat.”

Tess scrunches her nose, “What?”

“You know, just hang your bum over a little, then…”

She’s staring, waiting for me to finish my thought. Zoe is trying not to laugh.

“You know, then you do your thing.”

She leans over to look at the water, and then back at me. She ponders the situation a moment. “You won’t let me fall in will you?”

“Of course not.”


Tess looks a little hesitant, but pulls down her underwear, lifts the back of her dress and sits up on the side of the boat. I put my hands out and she latches on to my fingers. She wiggles back a little, and then looks me dead in the eye, “Don’t look!”

I turn my head, “Sorry…”




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The Flood – Part 11


I’ve finally stopped shivering, so I push the blankets off of my face. Some part of me is holding on to the hope that the last few hours have been a bad dream, but I’m sorely disappointed. Other than the odd bit of debris, it’s clear to the horizon. Everything is gone. The clouds above us are dense, twisting and curving with the air currents. I don’t remember seeing them this way before.

I tethered the boat to the weather vane on the barn. That’s what, twenty five, thirty feet off the ground? I’m not even sure. I guess we got out just in time though, only the peak of the house is above water now.

Not a lot has been said since we loaded everything in to the boat. Tess is at the back, curled up on an old tarp between a couple small wood crates. She’s got her favourite blanket draped over her shoulders and her arms wrapped around the journal. Zoe is right at the front, staring out over the water. She only moves to check her phone. There’s no service, probably hasn’t been since last night. I’m bundled up in the middle, my clothes are all hanging along the side of the boat.

Tess sits up and shuffles over beside me. She leans her head against my arm, “Dad? What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know. We wait I guess.”

“Is someone going to come for us?”

“I hope so baby. I hope so.”




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The Flood – Part 10


“Shit shit shit. Come on man, you can do this.”

I’m hanging out of my bedroom window like some stupid teenager trying to sneak out after curfew. The water’s only a few feet below the ledge now. This is the shortest distance to the barn, all I need to do is drop my ass in the water. Easier said than done. Janine was the swimmer, I’m praying that I learned a thing or two from her. Alright, this needs to happen now before I talk myself out of it…

The world goes dark and cold. Can’t breathe. Can barely think. I point myself towards the barn and start swimming. I’m pushing as hard as I can with every stroke, every kick. I think I’m making good progress until I pause to look up. Damn it. Not even half way there and I’m drifting off course. The current is stronger than I thought. Need to focus. Keep kicking. Bring the left arm over, then the right. Left. Right. Check for direction. Keep going, keep pushing.

I’m startled when my fingers clip the hull of the boat. I swing an arm up over the side but can’t get a grip. The second time I find purchase. Trying to pull myself up is a whole other situation though. It feels like there’s a thousand pounds of dead weight hanging on my legs. I don’t think I have it in me, I’m shaking all over, but I can’t give up now. I just can’t.




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The Flood – Part 9

I’m searching for an old duffle bag in the back of my closet. Zoe is at my door, “Dad, what’s going on?”

“Get dressed, pack some spare clothes. Get Tess to do the same.”

“Dad, but…”

“Now! Please! There’s not much time.”

I push past her and head back to the stairs. I take a deep breath and wade in. The water is up to my chest as I enter the kitchen. It’s freezing, I having trouble breathing. I can only get to the upper cabinets so I grab what I can. It’s not much, granola bars, crackers, and half a pack of fruit cups.

My legs are numb. I stumble and nearly fall before I make it to the top of the stairs. The girls are waiting

for me. Zoe is pale, on the verge of breaking down. Tess is already there.

“Zoe, grab some blankets, there should be a case of water in the back of the closet too. Tess, I need you to grab the first aid kit from the bathroom, okay? Can you do that for me?”


“I know you’re scared baby, I really need you to do this for me though.”

I dash back to my bedroom window. My heart drops when I see a shadow that turns out to be the roof of my truck under the surface. Just as I’m about to lose all hope, I see it. John’s boat is tarped up and floating just around the corner of the barn.




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The Flood – Part 8

At first I think I’m in that space between waking and dreams. There are soft creaking noises, and a sensation of pressure that’s unusual. It’s the smell that gets to me. I open my eyes to a strange reflection on the ceiling and everything comes together.

Adrenalin hits and I’m up like a shot. I push the curtains aside. My hands are shaking. The water is deep, it’s almost to the loft of the barn. Everything looks calm enough, but that illusion is broken when a clutch of young Poplars near the end of the drive uproot and drift out of sight.

I throw on the first pair of pants I can find and then run to the hall. Dark water is lapping at the first step before the corner going down. Jesus, it looks like it’s coming higher. No time to think, I turn back, and slam through Tess’s door.

“Wake up baby, you need to wake up, we have to go!”

She mumbles something and starts to turn over but I’m already moving.

We have a rule now that Zoe is getting older, knock first. It’s habit, so I do it now, even though I don’t wait for a response, “Zoe! Get up, I need help.”

I turn toward the end of the hall. John’s door is open. I have a bad feeling, but I have to check.

“John? John!” His room is empty. I look back toward the stairwell. There’s no time, we have to get moving.




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The Flood – Part 7

I flip through the channels to get Tess back to her cartoons. I’m tired of the news anyway, same thing all day long. Record breaking rainfall, flooding everywhere, general mayhem ensues. It would have been nice if the girls had gotten outside for a little bit, but by the looks of it that won’t happen for a few days. The yard’s about ankle deep, and the sump’s been running non-stop.

Zoe hasn’t been far from an electrical outlet all day. Tess has been keeping herself busy, there’s now a cardboard stuffy hotel in the living room, and the fridge is full of crayon butterflies and stick figure family portraits. Surprisingly she hasn’t said much about not being able to go see Grandma.

I hear the front door slam. John’s back from moving the chickens to the barn. I stand to go see how it all went, “Okay ladies, finish what you’re doing and get upstairs please.”

Tess grumbles a little but starts cleaning up her pile of paper. Zoe snatches her cords and bolts past me.

John is sitting on the bench in the porch working his rubber boots off. Three sets of eyes peer out from the corner under the bench. Momma and her kittens. They don’t come in the house often but know their boundaries so stay put.

“Pretty bad out there, huh.”

“It is.”

“Anything I can help with?”

“Not right now. Get some sleep, I’ll keep an eye on everything.”

“Alright, see you in the morning.”




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The Flood – Part 6

I wake up to torrential rain hammering the house. Almost sounds like it’s going to come through the bloody wall. I reach over and check my phone. It’s seven fourty four in the morning. Damn it, I slept in. Yesterday took a lot out of me I guess.

I turn on the bedside lamp and then sort through the pile of clothes on the floor for sweatpants and a t-shirt. I check in on Tess but she’s sound asleep, Zoe’s light is off so I keep walking.

One of the chairs is pulled away from the kitchen table and an empty coffee cup is sitting in front. The door to the basement is wide open with yellow light flooding out, so I make my way down. John is crouched in the far corner, his rain jacket still shedding water, covering up a hole in the floor with a wood panel.

“Mornin’ John. Everything okay?”

“So far. Just checking the sump.”

I can smell the must and damp, but everything looks dry enough, “Think we’ll be okay?”

John gives me a sideways glance, “Just got back from out across the way. Creek’s higher than I’ve seen it before, and there’s standing water in the fields already. Have to see what happens, worst isn’t here yet.”

“Damn. Well, I should probably get breakfast started, you hungry?”

“Yeah, should eat I guess. Be up shortly.”

I start up the narrow staircase, “Sounds good. Holler if you need a hand with anything.”

“Will do.”




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The Flood – Part 5

I turn in to the breeze and let it wash over me. It feels good after sweating my ass off for the last nine hours straight. Don’t get me wrong, I like to help, but John was pretty insistent that we get out early this morning and he’s been setting a hectic pace since. Said something about needing to get things cleaned up before the storm. My sunburned shoulders are a testament to the lack of cloud cover, let alone inclement weather. Can’t argue though, John usually knows what he’s talking about.

I close my eyes, tilt my head back, and take everything in. The branches of the Willow are rustling above me. A group of Sparrows are chittering off beside the barn. The air is heavy with the scent of Canola and dust. God it stinks. Summer is half over, and I have no idea where it went. I miss the Spring. Fresh Lilac blooms and cool, cleansing rain. The promise of starting over. Now everything is hot and stagnant. I’m over it.

Solid footsteps on the gravel break me from my meditation. I open my eyes to see John striding past with a coil of rope over his shoulder.

“Come on Daniel, only a little bit to go.”

“Okay, be right there.”

I turn to follow and see dark clouds building to the South. Ugly buggers. The wind picks up, it stings my eyes. I make a mental note to check the upstairs windows when I get in.




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