The rains
finally stopped and the city was attempting to dry out under a weak summer sun.
It was still fairly gray and cloudy overhead, but at least the pounding rain
stopped. Karen was starting to feel the effects of cabin fever as she watched
the two days of rain pummel the city like no time she could remember. She
watched through her window as the street flooded and the lawn became super
saturated. It was just impossible to go outside for any reason. She didn’t have
a canoe or other water born mode of travel. So she sat in her house for two
days, watching the weather channels, reading, discovering new ways to flavor
her tea, talking to her mother on the phone, checking her own basement for
water which thankfully there was none, and falling asleep on the couch. Now
that the rain had stopped she had a very strong desire to go outside and survey
the damage.
Karen
grabbed her Marc Jacobs rain roots and rolled up her pants legs. The boots were
a great investment and she really didn’t care how popular they were, they were
stylish and practical, something Karen appreciated. She thought about taking
her rain coat just in case it started to rain again. It was getting really
humid already and she didn’t want her little exploration of the neighborhood to
turn in to a hot sweaty mess. She left the rain coat behind. She grabbed her
house keys and her phone, just in case there were any opportunities to take
some Facebook worthy photos, and opened her front door.
The water
had started to recede from her short front walkway and she avoided a few
lingering puddles. Everything smelled so damp but somehow fresh. She was glad
the sewers hadn’t back-up. The raw sewage smell just made her terribly sick to
her stomach. When she was younger her father had accidentally broken a sewer
line while working in front of their old house and raw human waste spewed up
like a geyser and covered her father and the cars on the street in filth. The
smell was terrible. It made Karen wonder how human beings ever made it through the
Dark Ages. Then she remembered that they almost didn’t. She started walking
toward the busy streets two blocks west.
She could
see that the traffic signal up ahead was flashing red meaning the intersection
must have lost power at some point during the storms. They were pretty violent
at times, but her house never lost power. She walked looking at the high water
still in the street and watched as it moved like a fast river toward the storm
drains. Karen though that if she were to step out into it, even ankle deep, she
might get swept away and down into the horrors of the underworld. She kept
walking along the damp sidewalk.
The sun was
still fighting its way through the clouds and every so often it would break
through and bathe the wet city in yellow sun. Karen squinted her eyes against
the sun as it glared off the surface of the flood waters. She was happy to feel
the sun on her face and felt a warming happiness start to fill her as she
walked through the neighborhood. She hardly noticed that she was the only
person out.
It only
dawned on her that no one was around when she got to the corner and the
flashing traffic light and there weren’t any cars slowly moving through the
intersection. It was odd since the intersection is normally very busy at all times
of day. She looked down to the left and didn’t see any road blocks or accidents
and then she looked right and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. There
just wasn’t any traffic. There were some cars still parked along the street
though and that was good. She was glad that none of them had floated away.
Frankly she was glad the whole neighborhood hadn’t floated away in the bustling
flood waters.
She
carefully crossed the street and found the water had already receded quite a
lot. It was only barely cresting over the toe of her rain boots. She slogged
gingerly though since she didn’t want to step on a hidden tree branch or into a
pot hole. She got to the other corner and turned to her left to walk up toward
the corner liquor store. She figured she’d celebrate the end of the rains by
picking up a bottle of wine or two. Some sparking white wine would go nice with
the dropping water and the warming sunlight. She might even be able to dry her
deck furniture out and enjoy the quiet for a while.
Karen
splashed her way through some larger puddles that were mimicking mini lakes in
some of the rougher hot holes along her route. She felt like a little girl
splashing through muddy puddles at her grandmother’s house. She smiled. She
looked around and jumped high into the air and splashed down into one of the
large linger puddles. She giggled to herself as the water sprayed up
everywhere. Her jeans got a little wet but she didn’t mind. It was fun to act
childish sometimes, especially when no one was watching.
“Nobody is
watching at all,” she said aloud.
She looked
up and down the street again and there still wasn’t a soul in sight. She
splashed and kicked through the puddle as she walked and suddenly felt a little
embarrassed. Plus it was starting to feel a little eerie. Somebody was probably
watching her from some window and was making fun of her childish exuberance.
“So what,”
she said as she kicked through another deep puddle, “I’m having fun”.
Karen
neared the liquor store and realized that it might not even be open. The rains
might have prevented the owner, Mel, to get there and open shop. She might not
be able to get her wine. She shrugged and figured that if he wasn’t open then
she’d just have to turn around and go home. Maybe later in the afternoon she’d
be able to make a return trip. She kept splashing her way forward through the
puddles.
She heard a
car horn suddenly blare from somewhere up ahead. It was the first sound she’d
heard besides her own splashing and voice. She looked down the street and saw a
guy leaning into the driver’s side window of a car, honking the horn. He was
really making it blare. Karen was a little disappointed that this horn noise
would be the first sound to disrupt her peaceful little water walk. She’d hoped
it be sweet singing birds or maybe some music, maybe someone playing, “Here
Comes the Sun”. The guy kept hitting the horn though and it was starting to
become unpleasant.
Karen kept
moving toward the liquor store and stopped her big splashing. Now she felt she was
on more of a mission rather than a playful romp in the puddles. She looked up
at the windows of the liquor store and saw Mel was inside behind the counter.
He was arching his body toward the sound of the blaring horn. He had a
telephone to his ear. Karen thought it was so odd that Mel still had a big
black secretary phone at the counter. It looked so out of place in this age of
tiny cell phones.
Karen
pulled open the store’s door and entered. Mel looked at her and gave her the
‘just a minute’ finger. He was listening to someone on the other end of the
phone. Karen nodded and started generally looking at the candy and the sweets
on the racks, the potato chips and dips. Maybe she’d get some snacks too. She
heard Mel hand up the heavy antique phone.
“Hi Mel,”
said Karen.
“Do you
hear that guy with the horn,” asked Mel right away.
“I do.
What’s going on with that,” asked Karen.
“There’s
like, a hole there,” said Mel.
Karen
looked at the normally confident and strong Mel and she realized that he was shaken.
He looked pale and scared.
“A hole?
Like a sink hole,” asked Karen.
“I don’t
know. I mean, it’s not a sink hole, it’s just a, a hole,” said Mel.
Mel stepped
around from the counter and toward Karen and the window facing the blaring car
horn noise. He was clearly frazzled.
“What’s
going on,” asked Karen.
“I think,
that, this hole is coming for us,” said Mel.
“How can a
hole come for us,” asked Karen.
Karen
wondered if Mel maybe hit his head or fell in the water or maybe had a stroke.
He wasn’t a young man after all. She reached up and put a hand on Mel’s
shoulder.
“Are you
feeling okay,” asked Karen.
Mel turned
and looked at her and suddenly seemed calmer and that he recognized Karen as
someone he knew.
“Karen,
when did you get here? How did you get here,” he asked.
“I just
walked in, didn’t you see me. We’ve been talking about some hole for the last
few minutes. You were on the phone when I walked in,” said Karen.
Mel looked
over to the counter and then back at Karen. He had a confused look on his face
but he looked less afraid than before.
“Yeah, the
hole. There’s a hole. I had to report it to the police,” said Mel as he turned
back toward the window.
“What’s
with the guy blaring the horn,” asked Karen.
“He’s
keeping it at bay,” said Mel.
Mel turned
back toward Karen and his nose had started bleeding. Karen took a step back as
the blood started to drip off his chin.
“Mel! Your
Nose!”
Mel didn’t
acknowledge her exclamation and turned toward the store door and stepped out
onto the sidewalk. Karen tried to stop him but he kept going. He staggered
toward the sound of the blaring horn. He turned back toward Karen, blood
flowing from his nose and seemingly from his mouth now.
“Mind the
store Karen. Mind the store,” he gurgled.
He turned
back toward the sound of the horn and then fell forward into a deep puddle. The
puddle swallowed him like it was a tar pit rather than rain water. Karen called
after Mel but he was gone. She looked down the street for help.
“Help! Help!
Help!” she cried out and it echoed between the wet buildings and was drowned by
the horn.
The horn
was weakening from over-use. Karen looked toward the car and the man leaning
into the driver’s window. She could barely make him out. He turned to look at
her and Karen could see his face was red, it was bloody. She screamed and
rushed back into the liquor store, slipping on the wet tile floor from her rain
boots. She slammed the door behind her and braced herself against it.
She had to
mind the store, that’s what Mel had said. She had to mind the store.
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