http://slow.writerscafe.org/thegreatfloo The original writings of author Angelstears en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776195791 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “You’re late,” May hassled me, “now the dinners burnt.”  Something snapped, one minute I was standing in the doorway with her looking at me in concern, the next I’d swung out.  I was just so angry.  My wife was sobbing on the floor, hand to her face.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegreatfloo/967078/ “Where the f**k are they…?  It’s freezing!”  Monica  moaned, then glanced up at Reece.  He watched her silently through his thin framed glasses like the shadow of a wolf.  She felt the urge to hide her head into his creaky leather jacket.  &ldqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegreatfloo/967075/ Once upon a time is how the story always goes, which I suppose is a good way to start a story.  After all every story must take place in some moment in time and so I will say the same for mine.  But the difference is 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