the Flood

This story was inspired not by the cubes but by photos coming out of the Czech Republic which has been affected by floods. 
Sunday morning. Drop the wife at church and then head to Melanie’s. He was booked in for an hour, it never seemed long enough but he had to get back to pick the wife up and get home for a nice Sunday roast and the football on the TV. The rain lashed down and the windscreen wipers worked overtime but visibility was still poor. His wife thought that he went to watch the local park football on a Sunday morning but this week as he drove to Melanie’s he realised that he’d need to tell her the footie was off or else she’d expect him to be dripping wet when he picked her up. As he indicated to turn into Melanie’s street two fire engines flew past him. Something’s up he thought to himself.

He parked the car and made a run for it through the rain, as always Mrs Taylor opened the door and ushered him in; a strange old woman who ran the two girls who were based in the house. She put her hand out for the money and he responded. Robert had first gone with Ronnie and she was good but as he was leaving he had seen Melanie and she’d stolen his heart there and then, he’d booked in to see her for the next week and from then on he only had eyes for her. He always promised himself that one day he’d pay for the both of them but that would need to be a special occasion.

Melanie greeted him with her trademark smile and black lingerie, she knew what he liked and did everything she could to please him. Robert could hear the rain hammering on the window as he slipped out of his clothes and lay down on the bed ready for the touch of this beautiful woman.

Deep down he knew she didn’t feel for him in the same way as he felt about her, deep down he knew she was just a brilliant actor as well as a beautiful woman, but for that one hour every week he allowed himself to be lost in the moment. And that’s where he was now; lost, so lost he didn’t notice the screams and shouts from outside the room. Melanie did though and stopped what she was doing and then let out a scream herself. Water was rushing into the room from under the crack in the door, what once was carpet was now part of the river than ran behind the back of this small suburban bungalow.  There was a knock on the door and without waiting for a reply two large firemen in bright orange high-vis jackets came barging into the room.

‘We need to get you out of here before this gets worse.’

Robert looked round, he found his boxers but couldn’t see his jeans.’

‘C’mon no time to lose.’ barked the older man.

Melanie had draped a robe around herself and was being carried out by the younger fireman while the older one took Robert by the arm and led him out into the street.

If being led out of a house of ill-repute in his boxers was not bad enough the sight of a TV crew filming topped it off perfectly.