At eleven thirty that night, most of the house'a inhabitants were still sitting in the living room. Maya's little brothers were asleep, all of them huddled on the guest bed upstairs.
My dad was in the he corner, fiddling with the old radio we kept atop a bookshelf.
Finally, it crackled to life. "I've got a signal!" He announced.
Everyone rushed over to him, gathering around the radio.
Once the static cleared, a prerecorded voice said: "A flash flood warning has been issued for..." Several cities were listed off, including our own. The messege continued: "Move to higher ground if rapidly rising water is seen or heard. Low lying areas should be avoided..."
The adults gazed around at each other.
"Well, off to bed!" My mum announced, attempting to add a cheerful note to her voice, "Maya, I'll bring up a sleeping bag and some pillows for you in a moment."
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