FLOOD

 

FLOOD

The rain fell for days, then weeks. Parents were at their wits’ end trying to keep their children amused, so when the sun pushed a few faint rays through the clouds they shooed them outside. ‘Go and play – come home at teatime.’

Shrieking with delight, the entire village of children headed for the playground, leaving their mothers to clean their homes, to gossip over cups of tea, to take a few minutes’ rest.

The roar came too late to warn them as tons of water raced downhill and swept through the playground, leaving only twisted metal behind.

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There are families grieving now at the loss of a whole school full of children - an unimaginable pain. Thanks to Roger Bultot's photograph and Rochelle's blog, a few of us can express our horror by telling allegorical stories.