God Wasn’t Willing
And the creek done rose. Which is why most of the road out front of my house is flooded at the moment, and apparently there are more thunderstorms and rain to come. If I die today in the rushing waters, I want you to know I always loved you best of all the Whatever readers. Yes, you. I didn’t want to make the other readers jealous. But now, as the waters nip my toes, we have not time for such delicateness.