At first, it was a little water, creeping onto the pavement. And then a little more. And soon water was sliding over the entire driveway, slowly rising up the wheels of the cars. The water kept coming, moving northward across the lot. Before long, it was up to the tops of the wheels. Larger and larger pieces of debris flowed with the water, first curving around the cars, but eventually smashing right into the cars. The cars began to shudder from the force of the water, yielding and then pushing back. But the water, it just kept coming. One of the smaller cars gave up, allowing itself to be lifted on the wave and pushed down the aisle. A large truck held its ground, getting beat mercilessly by the water and the debris. A few more cars succumbed, sluggishly bobbing free of gravity, pushed away by the water. A large plank slammed into a van, shattering the windows and sealing its fate. It would not become a boat today, water rushing to fill the insides, it would remain on the ground, eventually rolled end over end, not that anyone would see it. It was time to move up to the third floor.
"120" is the umbrella under which I place my creative writing (it's been a long time! Again!) - it refers to one of the practices: writing for 120 seconds on a single topic with no chance to go back and edit - there may be mistakes, typos, embarrassing spelling errors. Such is the nature. I might continue writing after the timer ends, but it's about sitting down and writing something. This particular effort was because I watched a video today from 2011 where the tsunami in Japan overran and airport. Click here to read more 120s.
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