South of North Border
The flood waters receded, and the villagers returned to what remained of their homes. Debris littered the once pristine lanes winding through the cluster of small cottages. Some of the structures had their doors ripped off and others had their roofs caved in. What the water and wind didn’t drag away, it dropped in piles, making walking and looking for the dead tedious work.
Colin surveyed the damage from atop one of the only surviving horses owned by the village. Although only a boy, he understood what the devastation meant: he and his family would leave Soughwen.
“It is worse than I imagined,” said Faye. She bowed her head and silently wept.
Wil placed a reassuring hand on his wife’s shoulder. “We’ll be fine. The worst is over.”
Diane McGyver 