The door of the boat was shut from the outside.
The fountains of the deep opened and the rains began. The earth quaked sending tsunamis over the land in wave after devastating wave burying living creatures successively in higher and higher mucky graves. In a few months there was no place to hide as the entire surface of the earth became a sea. When the waters retreated dry land emerged, eroded and tortured, above the waters.
The remnant left the boat.
Denise offers the word “remnant” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.