It all began one hot summer.
The grasses browned and crisped; people trod the dried grasses and rubbed them away.
Next year the grasses tried to grow but…you know how it goes.
Two hot and dry summers later, the parish council said, “Let’s pave the area, it doesn’t grow grass and the wind is eroding it.”
Where had been earth, where had been grass, now was concrete.
That autumn the rain never stopped. Rain, rain, rain. Five years of rain all in two months, they said.
But concrete doesn’t absorb in the way of grasses grown in earth. And so the flood began.
In the aftermath of the “Beast from the East”