No one knew his real name. Everyone just called him “Noah”. Convinced a great deluge was coming, he’d built a stone fortress on an isolated hill 20 kilometres out of Lismore, and sat tight. One day, to humour his antagonists, he stuck a shingle out the front: The Ark. He didn’t care what anyone thought. He had his truth, and that was enough.
Finally, the deluge hit. No one was laughing at Noah now. They were all turning up in droves. Yet, how could he make enough room at the inn, and who was he going to save?
This story was inspired by the devastating floods which have been ravaging Australia’s East Coast for at least a couple of weeks, and the rain has gone on for an eternity. I don’t think I can remember anything like it.
I haven’t been following the coverage closely. However, the floods are the worst on record in the city of Lismore in Northern NSW.
Here are a couple of news articles if you’re interested:
This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff-Fields https://rochellewisoff.com/ Every week, we write 100 words or less to a photo prompt and the results always astound me. I’ve found it incredibly worthwhile.