"The problem has grown and she can’t think how to fix it"
The problem has grown and she can’t think how to fix it
The water is running down the stairs now - it is becoming a torrent - she knows the thing to have done would have been to get the plug out of the bath while she could still reach it but she was distracted by the sirens wailing loudly out in the darkness. Then the water came and now she couldn’t fight her way back up the stairs again against the pressure if she tried. She grabs onto a hanging lianna and hauls herself clear of the water just in time to save her foot as a set of razor teeth in a long bony jaw snapping closed, right next to her ankle. She climbs up the lianna and manages to swing her legs over a morass of foliage growing from the ceiling just before the strength in her arms gives out and perches there, safe for a moment from the flood
She looks down on the turbulent water - the floating books - crayons and plastic bottles, circling and sinking one by one
A flimsy cupboard bobs into sight, dislodged from the kitchen and looking to be coming past her and towards the open door. Should she jump ? Or should she stay where she was - in at least temporary safety, watching the giant butterflies flap their.patterned wings in the last rays of sunlight and skim over the surface of the waters - almost touching their vivid reflections - but not quite
She hears an angry buzzing noise coming from the corner by the meter - it seems she isn’t the only occupant of the ceiling morass ... or the first ...
The sound gets louder and closer - and she jumps
A G 08/07/2020
Radio Lockdown
Someone from deep in the Badlands
Began posting ...
... monologues - each day we dreamed
That we had an Interior Life
even fictional characters pondering Where are we now ?
And Where are we Going ? And What does it Mean?
The days of discussion were over
The technically savvy made podcasts
Some blogged - the rest of us
Talked to ourselves and our plants
And our cats and our kitchens - make bread and took photos
We did PE with wassisname - nine in the morning
For three days at least then imagined we did
For months while we pottered, got fatter
All the things that we thought we’d do
Well - we didn’t do those
Just imagined a sea and an island
Some tunes and a book that we chose
A G 08/07/2020
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