Sharon Ede www.magethenovel.com © 2023 all rights reserved
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AMBRA WAS IN Thailand.
Warmth, blue sea and sky, the sun glinting off the water.
A swimmer with jet-black hair in trouble. The ocean retreating.
The wave.
Running for her life. Her father’s crazed cries.
Tumbling upside down, around and around in black water, filled with all earthly things in its path, the inanimate and the once-living.
She looked for the car stuck in the tree — and the boy she had been unable to save.
Once again, he slipped her grasp and was pulled under the water, which gulped him down greedily.
The car. She was on the car. Safe. But this time, the water kept coming. Rising and rising.
Then she was above the world, looking down. She could no longer feel her body. She did not need to gasp for air.
But she could see the horror show unfolding below across the face of the globe.
The water kept rising.
The outlines of continents were changing.
Villages washed away, then towns, then cities. Bridges, buildings, farms and food. Animals, children, the elderly and vulnerable, then those who could run but found they could not outrun the water.
This was not a flood. This was not even a tsunami.
The water kept rising.
Until there was no land left on Earth. There was no Earth. The entire sphere was now blue.
Waves the height of skyscrapers sloshed across vast expanses of ocean.
Everything and everyone had gone.
How could she get home? She wanted to go home.
Where was home? The world — her world — had ceased to exist.
