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Tucson by Neila Mezynski | Word Riot
Flash Fiction

December 15, 2009      

Tucson by Neila Mezynski

Stabbing rain. Torrents pound the yard into trenches. A straight unblinking line. It takes all in its path, uprooted plants, bewildered pets, Uncle Bert running after Mel … back to Tucson to the flooded arroyos roaring past our door. The growl of thunder, lions at play; jagged light, a sharp knife through tender skin. Trees and houses barely visible through heaven’s wet dream. Tucson. Small. I grabbed a limb of a floating mesquite tree. Took me out of town, past cars floating on the highway, no one at the wheel. Boats without a sail. Me. Tucson.

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