Flood!

Augusta Trobaugh

Description

A wayward hurricane comes to an abrupt halt over South Georgia, pumping out a flood with gruesome results.At the same time, a young teen experiences such wanderlust that her own turbulent emotions reflect the storm and its terrible consequences.A short story.

Sujets

• Short story

Informations

• Publié par: Untreed Reads
• Date de parution: 03 juin 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781611875249
• Langue: English

Extrait

Flood!
By Augusta Trobaugh

Copyright 2013 by Augusta Trobaugh
Cover Copyright 2013 by Dara England and Untreed Reads Publishing
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to the living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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Flood!
By Augusta Trobaugh
When Mama got the phone call from her cousin Jessica, telling her about how their Aunt Minnie had passed on at last, Mama said that of course we’d come down for the funeral. I was sorry as could be about Mama’s Aunt Minnie, but at the same time, I was so glad to be going anywhere that summer. So I got out my new Seventeen magazine and looked at all the pretty clothes and pretended that I was very beautiful and very rich, and that I could have any of them I wanted, for making the trip, even if it was just going down below Macon for a funeral. That’s how bad I wanted to go somewhere. Anywhere .
Mama said I was feeling real restless that summer because I was turning thirteen. But it was more than that, I think. Because it was like a sickness of some kind, one that did all kinds of strange things to me. Like sometimes when I’d see a car going by, I’d want so bad to know who all was in it and what they were talking about and where they were going.