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The Water is Rising
Is your Cup filled?
Jack prepared his cup of coffee. He made his wife a cup of tea, because it was her favourite. He needed to get the biscuits, the special ones, for her. Kathy loved those special biscuits that he had bought from his last visit to Australia.
Kathy watched her husband bringing her the cup of tea, after he had placed his tea on his side-table.
“Thank you, darling for my tea. I see you have remembered to bring my biscuits”, said Kathy as Jack brought her a small plate of biscuits.
“I’m so happy to see that you like these Aussie biscuits,” said Jack with a smile.
Jack sat down to read, “The Philatelist” a magazine about stamp collecting, while Kathy did her knitting. The septuagenarian was knitting a sweater for her fourth grandchild. It would be completed when they returned home.
It was then that it happened, there was a large booming sound. It was like a large crash. The room seemed to shatter. Jack and Kathy were thrown to the ceiling, that was now upside down. The room seemed to have somersaulted. Every wall in that room now looked like shattered cardboard.
The couple were injured and scared. Kathy had cut her forehead and she was bleeding profusely. Jack could not move his arm. He knew he had broken his arm; due to the…
