Man, I need to write on this blog more! I’m grateful for Rochelle’s weekly flash fiction challenge on her blog, Addicted to Purple, to remind me to visit my poor, neglected blog. For Friday Fictioneers, we get an image and 100 words to tell a story. We also get several days to do it–the flexibility of this weekly prompt is a big plus for me, and I’m sure, for others as well! This week’s image comes from Janet M. Webb. Click on the blue frog icon below to read more stories or to add your own.
I’d scoffed at talk of the “purge” and how the survivors would be washed clean for a new world, but as the rain fell and the water rose, I began to believe.
When the water was up to our ankles, we ran around in it, laughing while neighbors shouted at our blasphemy.
When the water seeped into the houses, enveloping the furniture, we went to the roof, awaiting lightning bolts or a rainbow.
When water covered the roof, we climbed into the old rowboat.
Now water covers everything, and there are a few boats, but nowhere to row them to.