THE CIRCUIT

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THE CIRCUIT
Flash Flood!

As I got ready to retire to my bed for the night, I listened to the roar of the rain on the tin roof of my modest, one room cabin. It is situated in an insignificant town named Thompsonville.  The city of Thompsonville is buried in the depths of the Rocky Mountains, in a narrow valley near Banff.  There are about 50 people in all of Thompsonville, who for the most part are very subdued.  But as I got into bed, I couldn't quell the thought of impending danger that came to my mind.

At about midnight, a thunderous reverberation coming from between the mountains in the south awakened me from my slumber.  As I dressed to see what all the commotion was about, I heard a high-pitched shriek, followed by the tortured voice of a man bellowing, "Flash Flood!"  I dashed hastily out of the house, frantic to get out of the way of the rushing water that I knew would be pursuing my path very soon.  While running to find a refuge from what I would soon describe as the entire body of the Atlantic Ocean, I could see the horses pulling at their tethers, trying to escape from what would be a horrible death. 

Finally, I found an elevated outcropping of rock, and quickly scaled it to the top.  I was about fifteen feet up from the muddy ground.  If I had not gotten to the top of the cliff at the time I did, I would have been washed into a watery grave, for the water whipped past my place of safety with a ferociousness that would make even the toughest men cringe with fear.  I clung desperately to my cliff and watched as colossal trees, some that would take a man ten hours of cutting with an axe were uprooted, and flung into the air, only to come thundering down and be swept on by the rushing water.  I looked toward my humble abode, but could not find it.  It seemed to have been ripped apart by the astronomical strength of the water.  I could see part of the roof, caught on a section of wall from another ravaged building.  Just at that moment, I heard a formidable crack, and saw a massive chunk of my small cliff whisked into oblivion.  I gasped, for I knew that if the water did not stop soon, I would topple into the deadly waters, and would never be seen again.  I prayed fervently that I would not have to find out what that would be like, and for the next five minutes, with fragments of rock crumbling into the water, I waited for the water to stop.  

When the water stopped its mission of destruction, only the rooftops of the few half standing houses could be seen, most of them had been totalled by the potent current.  There were many appalling looking carcasses strewn across the watery wasteland. Most were farm animals and fuzzy pets, but with gut wrenching dismay, I realized that there were many human bodies floating atop the water as well. As I waited to be rescued, I cried for all that had been lost on that fateful day