From The Blue Feather, which is part of a shared world The Keys.
I’m only working on this one day a week so it will be slow going, as I needed new words in amongst the constant hamster wheel of edits/repubbing/promo.
The waters climbed higher, the trees surrounding the town panicking as seedlings drowned, trying desperately to grasp sunlight above the murky waters.
Art didn’t know what it was like to lose a child, but he sure as hell knew what if felt like. He’d worked with the rest of the town sandbagging the area, moving what they could to higher ground. But to no avail. He’d returned to mud running through his house, claiming everything in its path.
The silence had been worse, a few hours’ reprieve before the overwhelming sensation of grief forced him to his knees.