![]() FloodA Story by WisconsinThe lake and river flooded.
There were carp swimming up the street and kids from the air-force reserve stabbing them with pitchforks, filling the buckets of massive bulldosers with their flapping corpses.
There's a below-ground tattoo shop, you can see the water completely flooding the staircase to the entrance. Everything submerged is being destroyed by the thick brown waters.
And there are people; people from town, filling the streets. I'm there too, with my little brother, we brought our bikes so our feet stay dry; and though we're splashing everyone we drive past, they're already wet so it doesn't matter.
I stop by a bench and grab on so I can keep my balance. There's a soccer mom there, watching her children splash around in the streets. She turns to her friend, clever, and makes a quip. "Who needs beach parties when we have a flood?"
The sewage is flooding, thousands of sewer parasites swim around in the streets with their children, and the smell of rotting fish lingers in the air.
"Oh boy, fun!" says the rich man swimming in the street.
"Oh no, s**t!" says the owner of the tattoo parlor. © 2008 WisconsinAuthor's Note
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