I shall never forget the sound that first time.

We sat cramped together in the dark shelter at the end of the garden, with only a flickering gas lamp providing a dull orange glow.

Rufus, only a pup, huddled on my lap, cowering and whining. Mother huddled next to me, protective arms wrapped around me. Father standing at the entrance, holding the wooden panels down as the irresistible force of nature tried to rip them away.

The wind screamed and howled through the night. It was like nothing I had heard before. It sounded alien, unlike anything known on this earth. Continue reading “HAVEN”



This is a companion to another short piece – you can read part one here: THE NEW NORMAL

The sky had cleared since the morning. Albert wrapped up in a jacket and found a spot in the sunshine on their small balcony.

‘Just popping out in the boat to see mother,’ Elaine called from the house. ‘Lunch is in the kitchen for you.’

He heard the window close and the clatter of oars as she got into the rowing boat. As she rowed off the sound of water lapping against the house was all that broke the silence.

Finished with the weekly newspaper, Albert rose from his chair and picked up the small secateurs from the bucket.

Since the water had come, having a garden was the thing he missed the most. The few potted flowers that lined the balcony were a poor substitute. The yellow and red and orange colours broke the monotonous brown-blue water-filled landscape.

Next week was the annual village Flower Festival. He was convinced his Yellow Sar Dahlia would take first prize this year. After all, no one had seen one since the floods had claimed the land permanently.

Copyright shivamt25

This is a companion piece to another story – read Part One here: THE NEW NORMAL

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.


Elaine looked at the water lapping against the side of the house. She could see the small white line she had made yesterday.

‘Level is the same as yesterday,’ she said.

Albert nodded. That meant the dam had held. Another storm had passed and their town was secure. ‘Anything you need from the store?’

‘Just see if they have any gin. Supposed to be delivered this week.’

Albert stepped out the window onto the rowing boat that was tethered next to it. He began rowing down the street.

The neighbourhood was quiet. It always was these days, with no petrol left for the outboard motors.

He tied his boat at the town centre marina and walked along the floating gangway to the store. Picking up his weekly newspaper and milk, he saw the shelves looking empty.

‘Supply boat didn’t make it through?’ he asked Bob.

”Fraid not, waiting for a gap in the hurricanes. Likely be another month until the calm season starts,’ Bob said. ‘Heading to watch the big match this evening?’

‘You know I can’t stand water polo. Not a real sport.’

Albert rowed back to the house. Another quiet Sunday by the fire beckoned.

C’est la vie.

Copyright A Mixed Bag

Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Al Forbes. For more details visit HERE.

To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.


The boxes of her water-damaged possessions took up three-quarters of the hotel room.

Until the destruction caused by Hurricane Matthew was repaired this was her home. The restoration firm said they would gain access next week. Until then, all she could do was sit and wait.

The flowers of condolence sat on the table. They stared at her, a constant reminder.

Bill was missing presumed dead, a victim of the storm.

She prayed that the cement in the cellar had dried in time and held once the water receded.

Copyright Dale Rogerson

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.