Day 21 of my 2023 drabble-a-day challenge! Here is today’s drabble…
Culverted
The rain sluices down, sheeting off awnings and barreling through gutters. Drains, overfull, spill over roads and something wakes up. It swirls, and eddies, and begins to rise, slick and cold.
It is weary. Weary and sick of pipes, and sewers, and narrow, restricted ways that keep it secret.
PC Bradley stares ahead, rain hammerimg relentlessly on his regulation hood. When the figure looms out of the darkness, he calls to it.
"Sorry, mate, road's closed. Flooding."
When the figure doesn't slow, he shouts again. It surges.
Mark Bradley opens his mouth, and the dark tide washes straight over him.
I've been out in that London today for an event which was… wet. Very wet. Although given the havoc wind and rain is wreaking across Britain, “wet” feels like a very minor problem.
On days like today, I remember the number of “forgotten”, “subterranean” rivers that used to wind their own merry way across London.