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Matilda took the pills and sat her cup aside. She gripped the sink’s edge to steady the relentless tremors.
Gazing out the window, she watched the ripples turn to rapids. Unprecedented flooding, forecasters warned, move to higher ground.
She’d lived by that river her entire married life made memories here.
Matilda, her gait unsteady, ambled to Fred’s recliner and dropped exhausted into the chair. Warning banners ran across the silent TV screen.
She closed her eyes against the sound of rushing water and pressed Fred’s picture to her chest. Hold on honey; I’m moving to higher ground.
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