Elaine looked at the water lapping against the side of the house. She could see the small white line she had made yesterday.
‘Level is the same as yesterday,’ she said.
Albert nodded. That meant the dam had held. Another storm had passed and their town was secure. ‘Anything you need from the store?’
‘Just see if they have any gin. Supposed to be delivered this week.’
Albert stepped out the window onto the rowing boat that was tethered next to it. He began rowing down the street.
The neighbourhood was quiet. It always was these days, with no petrol left for the outboard motors.
He tied his boat at the town centre marina and walked along the floating gangway to the store. Picking up his weekly newspaper and milk, he saw the shelves looking empty.
‘Supply boat didn’t make it through?’ he asked Bob.
”Fraid not, waiting for a gap in the hurricanes. Likely be another month until the calm season starts,’ Bob said. ‘Heading to watch the big match this evening?’
‘You know I can’t stand water polo. Not a real sport.’
Albert rowed back to the house. Another quiet Sunday by the fire beckoned.
C’est la vie.
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