It hadn't rained since Spring and even then we only got a few light showers. The plants were little more than grey husks, the river dried up and the local crops hadn't even sprouted. Every breath felt like your lungs were being coated in a fine layer of dust.
Imagine our joy when it finally rained. Imagine how we flocked to the windows, to our gardens just to revel in the fact that we had rain at last and it wasn't just another insipid flutter of rain - it was a fully fledged storm and we were loving every second of it.
That is, until the river started flowing again. There were a handful of people nearby it at first but word spread quickly and soon the whole town was just watching as almost a year's worth of detritus oozed passed with a stench to match.
At first it looked like a mix of plastic bottles, rubbish sacks and even an old shopping trolley or two... then someone saw a decaying arm clinging onto an old tyre. The police were called, although nobody seems to know who called them, and before long we were craning our necks over their attempted blockade as more and more bodies came floating along, all trapped in that pent-up debris.
A few of us had the idea to check the reservoir in case it had been contaminated by so many corpses in close proximity. It had been closed since about April, declared empty and left to rot like the rest of the town. Now we were wondering how empty it had been, if at all...
Imagine our joy when it finally rained. Imagine how we flocked to the windows, to our gardens just to revel in the fact that we had rain at last and it wasn't just another insipid flutter of rain - it was a fully fledged storm and we were loving every second of it.
That is, until the river started flowing again. There were a handful of people nearby it at first but word spread quickly and soon the whole town was just watching as almost a year's worth of detritus oozed passed with a stench to match.
At first it looked like a mix of plastic bottles, rubbish sacks and even an old shopping trolley or two... then someone saw a decaying arm clinging onto an old tyre. The police were called, although nobody seems to know who called them, and before long we were craning our necks over their attempted blockade as more and more bodies came floating along, all trapped in that pent-up debris.
A few of us had the idea to check the reservoir in case it had been contaminated by so many corpses in close proximity. It had been closed since about April, declared empty and left to rot like the rest of the town. Now we were wondering how empty it had been, if at all...
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