liz_blackwood (liz_blackwood) wrote in oregonal_sin, @ 2010-03-21 12:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | [complete], john barrowman, liz blackwood |
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The guest rooms were fine, of course. They were all upstairs, safe and dry. The first floor though... Liz sighed and pushed back her hair. She knew they hadn't taken as much damage as stores and homes closer to the river. They hadn't lost anyone from the house, thank god; she spared a moment to utter a prayer for those who had been taken.
No, it was more as if the flooding had gently crept into the house like a thief in the night. The waters had seeped into corners and curled around furniture legs, sought out the softness of fabric, made itself comfortable wherever it found a low spot, stayed for awhile and then left again, leaving a trail of muck and mud behind it.
Food stores on the floor of the pantry were a complete loss. The rugs... the rugs might be saved if she could get them off the floor and hang them someplace. The problem was that the backyard was more swamp than yard. She tried to go out and sank practically to her ankles in some spots.
Still, she was determined. Liz moved furniture, rolled the sopping fabric as best she could and began to tug and pull the rug from the main parlor toward the front porch. She paused in the doorway to catch her breath before bending and heaving with all her strength.