A rising wall of black water hits hard, enveloping and sweeping fast away all the carried things they lugged from the parking area three quarters of a mile up canyon.
The roaring rush scoured laughter and relaxation with silenced desperation and raging fear.
A father holds fast to his baby and a bending tree.
A mother is found but not a teen boy who reached deep for his cousin and two others.
Nine lay dead.
The experienced steady themselves and prepare to accept the worst.
A rescue worker vomits seeing feet protrude from a deep bank of muddy debris.
A 99 word fiction for Carrot Ranch. The prompt was “an unexpected landing”.
Yesterday, news broke of a flash flood that ripped through a popular recreation area in Tonto National Park in Arizona just north of Phoenix.
For whatever reason, I cannot shake from my imagination these images culled partially from online news reports and an NPR broadcast on Monday.
I write this fiction with the deepest respect and sympathy for the unimaginable loss endured by the families who went to a popular swimming hole to celebrate a birthday.
At times we become lulled and complacent by the relative ease with which our lives unfold that unexpected instances of pain and loss shock our souls of those who bear witness to suffering.