Out of the Depths…Friday Fictioneers.

The river’s fury knew no bounds. Swallowing and regurgitating all in its path, the river gushed through precious Queenslander homes, but didn’t care… just buried its dead in mud.

Pete and Julie clung to each other like limpets. Photograph after sodden photograph fished out of the mud, their memories were falling apart in gloved hands.

Despair…utter despair.

Then, the aliens landed. Strangers wearing gumboots, rubber gloves, carrying spades, mops and plates of food. They’d salvaged their daughter’s precious teddies. Mud was glued to each and every fibre, but for the very first time, they knew they could make it.


This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers. This week’s photo prompt is © Karuna

A series of floods hit Queensland, Australia, beginning in December 2010. The floods forced the evacuation of thousands of people from towns and cities.[2] At least 90 towns and over 200,000 people were affected.[2] Damage initially was estimated at around A$1 billion[3] before it was raised to $2.38 billion.[1]

Three-quarters of the council areas within the state of Queensland were declared disaster zones.[5] Communities along the Fitzroy and Burnett Rivers were particularly hard hit, while the Condamine, Ballone and Mary Rivers recorded substantial flooding. An unexpected flash flood caused by a thunderstorm raced through Toowoomba’s central business district. Water from the same storm devastated communities in the Lockyer Valley. A few days later thousands of houses in Ipswich and Brisbane were inundated as the Brisbane River rose and Wivenhoe Dam used a considerable proportion of its flood mitigation capacity. Volunteers were quick to offer assistance, and sympathy was expressed from afar…Wikipedia

At the time of the floods, I was staying near Byron Bay in Northern New South Wales and also experienced the deluge. People talk about the sound of rain on a tin roof, but this was terrifying and yet at the same time, strangely beautiful at the same time. We have family and close friends in Brisbane so these floods were very close to our hearts.

I felt I had to write something uplifting in response to this prompt which I found quite disturbing.

xx Rowena

43 thoughts on “Out of the Depths…Friday Fictioneers.

  1. Rowena Post author

    Thank you very much. IT was obviously based on the aftermath of the flood when droves of volunteers went out to help. That has always stayed with me as a wonderful example of the love of a stranger in action.

  2. Clare Hempstead

    ‘Swallowing and regurgitating all in its path, the river gushed through precious Queenslander homes, but didn’t care… just buried its dead in mud.’ This illustrates the power of nature and the total disrespect it has for anything standing in its way. Nicely done.

  3. Rowena Post author

    Thanks, Clare. I’ve been sorting out my daughter’s room and going through everything piece by piece, even though the temptation was to toss the lot. That delicate process made me quite mindful of the heartless destruction wrought by nature.

  4. Rowena Post author

    The “alien invasion” was all the volunteers turning up in gumboots and thick, industrial strength rubber clothes. They looked like aliens. Well, not I’ve met any aliens…

  5. subroto

    We were holidaying overseas when someone called us inquiring about our safety. Our house was safe but the adjacent suburb bore the brunt of the flood. By the time we got back the cleaning was already over, the volunteers having done a fantastic job. It was amazing how people joked about it later even after going through so much.

  6. Rowena Post author

    Thanks for popping by. I enjoyed reading your comments.
    So good to hear your house was okay. My grandparents lived in Ipswich and my friend’s florist shop in Brassall was flooded but not too bad and they got things up.
    We were staying at Nureybar not far from Bangalow near Byron Bay. That area gets heavy rain and I’ve felt an swimming pool fall out of the sky before. However, this felt like Noah’s flood falling from the sky day, after day, after day.
    Those volunteers have always personified the love of a stranger in action to me in such an amazing way. I’ve mentioned them a few times in my blog.
    I’ve had some serious health battles and humour is a great way for getting through a hard time. That said, I realized a few years ago, I was getting a bit too funny and was skating too close to the edge. Went out for a few coffees with friends. It’s such a good way to let off steam.
    xx Rowena

  7. Rowena Post author

    We’ll definitely have trouble if if my kids decide to up sticks and move overseas. Will have to become a famous writer so it all gets house at the state library LOL.

  8. Rowena Post author

    Yes, I know that feeling too, Barbara. We used to have quite a few bush fires fairly close to home. I had that same sense of awe watching the flames spread through the bush.

  9. Rowena Post author

    Thanks very much, Trent. Sorry it’s taken me so long to reply. I don’t know where the last week went. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s prompt. Wonder where it’s going to take us.
    xx Rowena

  10. edgar62

    Yes, I remember that well. Floods in Adelaide and flooding all the way up to Port Wakefield. Of course we do not have flooding here and what the locals term flooding here, is merely streets awash with water until the storm drains catch up. No houses under threat. I remember the flooding in Toowoomba , and what a shock that was. This year – 2017 – the week long General Assembly (starts this Sunday) is being held in Toowoomba, which should to bring some extra funds into the economy,

  11. edgar62

    I find re-reading this quite amazing that it is only back in 2017 that were discussing floods in Queensland and New South Wales, now only a few years later firefighters have gone from South Australia to help Queensland fight bushfires in some of the areas that were under water.

  12. Rowena Post author

    Thanks for bringing that to my attention, Edgar. I hadn’t thought of that, but it certainly fulfills all that Dorothea Mackellar expressed in “I love a Sunburnt Country”.

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