hear a gushing, roaring of water coming their way. The water was knocking down trees; it sounded like advancing artillery fire. If the apocalypse had a sound, it most likely sounded like what was coming their way.
“Do you believe in God?” she asked, waiting for the impact of the water.
“Yes.”
“Dear God, please protect us. Amen,” she said, keeping it short and to the point.
“Amen,” he said. “Here it comes! Hold on and be ready to get out when I say.”
She never got a chance to answer as the wave of water swept around the bend in the river and over the trailer.
The trailer flipped over immediately and the sound of water swatting at the aluminum siding ceased as quickly as it came. Everything in the trailer started flying around like they were towels on spin dry at the laundry. And then the rolling ceased and the trailer angled, trying to throw them to the back. Both Ian and Leah fought to hang from the makeshift extension cord anchor.
“We’re under water,” Ian said, dangling. “Com’on! Com’on!” Ian yelled at the trailer to hold together.
The trailer creaked and rolled one more time under the water. The trailer was holding together, for the moment. Ian could see water seeping through one of the windows, but it hadn’t burst through…yet.
“Please God, be with us. Please God, be with us,” Mary starting saying over and over as they swirled through the underwater currents of the flood.
The trailer impacted something hard, knocking them to one side. Ian could feel that the trailer was about to implode from the pressure and force of the water. It groaned more and more from the stress of physics at each passing second.
“Keep praying, Mary!” Ian yelled. “Come’on…surface…surface!”
“Please God, be with us. Please God, be with us!”
The trailer shot through the surface of the water and crashed back down on top of the flow of the massive river. The front part of the trailer was lodged on top of several logs and the back half was still in the water.
Ian let go of the cord and scrambled up the cabinets to reach the window over the kitchen sink; it was pointing up, from what he could tell. He then slid open the kitchen window and stuck his head out to see.
Thankfully it was a full moon and the light from his headlight was bright; he had a pretty good view of the upcoming river. The trailer was trapped on an island of floating logs. The logs pinned the trailer in; their rolling mass, keeping the trailer from falling back into the water. He turned the other way to look down the river, he could see something else up ahead. Fire on a bridge.
“Well?” Mary yelled from below.
“We need to get out, right now!”
“Oh,” was her only response.
Ian was thinking as fast as he could. He had never ridden a 30-foot wall of water and he knew that if he lived, he would never want to do it again.
The trailer jumped up in the water, nearly tossing him over the side. The sides creaked with the impact and the pressure of the rushing water.
“What was that?”
Ian jumped down from the window. “I don’t know, but were leaving, there’s someone on a bridge up ahead and it might be our only chance.” He cut the orange extension cord with his knife, leaving them with about 40 feet of cable. He quickly made a loop, tied a knot, and placed the cable under Mary’s underarms.
She didn’t say anything as Ian turned and pushed up to open the front door of the trailer. It looked like he was opening a storm cellar door from the mid-west. He then scrambled up onto the side of the camper. Once there, he turned and reached down to pull Mary up.
“Take my hand!”
She reached for his hand but slipped and fell back against the opposite wall from the door. Ian looked down river; they only had a minute before they would pass under the bridge. He could see more fire…they were torches, and they were moving across the
“Do you believe in God?” she asked, waiting for the impact of the water.
“Yes.”
“Dear God, please protect us. Amen,” she said, keeping it short and to the point.
“Amen,” he said. “Here it comes! Hold on and be ready to get out when I say.”
She never got a chance to answer as the wave of water swept around the bend in the river and over the trailer.
The trailer flipped over immediately and the sound of water swatting at the aluminum siding ceased as quickly as it came. Everything in the trailer started flying around like they were towels on spin dry at the laundry. And then the rolling ceased and the trailer angled, trying to throw them to the back. Both Ian and Leah fought to hang from the makeshift extension cord anchor.
“We’re under water,” Ian said, dangling. “Com’on! Com’on!” Ian yelled at the trailer to hold together.
The trailer creaked and rolled one more time under the water. The trailer was holding together, for the moment. Ian could see water seeping through one of the windows, but it hadn’t burst through…yet.
“Please God, be with us. Please God, be with us,” Mary starting saying over and over as they swirled through the underwater currents of the flood.
The trailer impacted something hard, knocking them to one side. Ian could feel that the trailer was about to implode from the pressure and force of the water. It groaned more and more from the stress of physics at each passing second.
“Keep praying, Mary!” Ian yelled. “Come’on…surface…surface!”
“Please God, be with us. Please God, be with us!”
The trailer shot through the surface of the water and crashed back down on top of the flow of the massive river. The front part of the trailer was lodged on top of several logs and the back half was still in the water.
Ian let go of the cord and scrambled up the cabinets to reach the window over the kitchen sink; it was pointing up, from what he could tell. He then slid open the kitchen window and stuck his head out to see.
Thankfully it was a full moon and the light from his headlight was bright; he had a pretty good view of the upcoming river. The trailer was trapped on an island of floating logs. The logs pinned the trailer in; their rolling mass, keeping the trailer from falling back into the water. He turned the other way to look down the river, he could see something else up ahead. Fire on a bridge.
“Well?” Mary yelled from below.
“We need to get out, right now!”
“Oh,” was her only response.
Ian was thinking as fast as he could. He had never ridden a 30-foot wall of water and he knew that if he lived, he would never want to do it again.
The trailer jumped up in the water, nearly tossing him over the side. The sides creaked with the impact and the pressure of the rushing water.
“What was that?”
Ian jumped down from the window. “I don’t know, but were leaving, there’s someone on a bridge up ahead and it might be our only chance.” He cut the orange extension cord with his knife, leaving them with about 40 feet of cable. He quickly made a loop, tied a knot, and placed the cable under Mary’s underarms.
She didn’t say anything as Ian turned and pushed up to open the front door of the trailer. It looked like he was opening a storm cellar door from the mid-west. He then scrambled up onto the side of the camper. Once there, he turned and reached down to pull Mary up.
“Take my hand!”
She reached for his hand but slipped and fell back against the opposite wall from the door. Ian looked down river; they only had a minute before they would pass under the bridge. He could see more fire…they were torches, and they were moving across the
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