Mack ground his cigarette with the toe of his wingtip shoes, pulled down his fedora and rucked his collar up against the lashing rain.
“Of all the places I coulda ended up,” he grumbled, “I had to land in this two-bit joint.”
He looked at the body lying on the pavement, a pool of blood surrounding the exit wound. It looked like someone had taken a sledgehammer to the back of the victim’s head. From the inside.
Continue readingI was watching the news about the weather climate. It’s warming up and the ice is melting which is worrying. And seeing other places being flooded, I thought that it would never happen here. Keeping up with the weather forecast, which was saying we were safe, told me there was no way we could get it as bad as some others places. But then I was talking to a mate, and he said have you heard that we could have high waves. I said, ‘How high?’ ‘Oh about 120 foot in the sea, but about 60 foot on land.’
Continue readingOf course there had been warnings. The Met Office issued a statement for ‘the people of Great Britain.’ This statement consisted of a lacklustre attempt to inform us what to do in the event of a flood. Swansea City citizens were to pop down to the Civic Centre and collect 5 sandbags. I ask you…..how are people going to carry 5 sandbags up Constitution Hill?
Continue reading“We interrupt this programme for a newsflash.”
News reporter
“News has just come in of a giant wave hitting Swansea beach. Witnesses have stated that the wave was halfway up the tower of the Grape and Olive. Emergency Services are at the scene, over to our reporter.”
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