Friend
Beneath the overpass is where I found him. The water from the river had risen nearly to where he lay due to the unrelenting rain. The local news reports say there is no end in sight and it's already been a week. Flooding on the lower ends has taken lives already and no end in sight just means horror to come. The old man lay there as though nothing was happening, sound asleep. I tapped his shoulder but he didn't move so I nudged him harder with both hands. He rolled over to face me, his hollow eyes stared at me as though I was the intruder and not the rain. I guess in a sense he was right, but at this point, he needed to be awake if he was to live. "Come with me," I said, reaching out my hand. "Who the hell are you?" the old man grumbled angrily. "I'm from Spencer, the town across the bridge, my name is..." "I don't care, just go on and leave me alone," the man grumbled. "The river is rising fast," I said pointing at th...