The book
There was rain. Lots of it. Enough to breach
the levee by the river. Roads were blocked, bridges made impassable, crops
ruined, stock drowned and many thousands evacuated.
He was caught. He’d gone to the farm for a day
trip but was now flooded in. The farm was on a safe and dry ridge, but the low
lying wooden bridge over the creek was flooded well and truly.
And so he stayed. Plans were disrupted and he had
nothing much besides a phone with a dwindling battery.
But he had a book. A big, fat and mostly unread
copy of The Count of Monte Christo.
When asked if he was okay he smiled and waved the book. It made him happy.
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