Sunday Everning

No need to hurry, I thought, as I surveyed the dark water. It would take another 6 or 7 hours of steady rain before the muddy water began to seep under my front door and another day or more before it reached the top of the stairs. I decided to meander into the kitchen and get a cold Pabst Blue Ribbon out of the fridge. I popped the top and leaned against the bar. I was glad that I'd stocked up on beer when I did. Can't buy beer from anywhere 'cept bootleggers on Sunday anyway.