After several days of rain I stayed out late one night and came home to a dark house.
I went quietly to the basement stairs and opened the door to pungent smells.
I hoped there would be no brackish sewage water.
I would have to reset the sump.
I flip the light switch.
Nothing.
I try the hall switch. Nothing.
I grit my teeth. “Fuse box and sump pump.”
I start down the stairs to the sounds of the rain and thunder.
My feet slip, I grab at the wall, but spill forward. I land in freezing water face first.
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| Different basement, different flood, same feet |
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