The House of Broken Bricks by Fiona Williams


There must have been peace in this home at one time or the other. Now, the air is tense and feelings are getting hurt. Then there is the flood. Life becomes more transparent. There is no way to hide who you really are in water. The inner self becomes the outer self. Who is your neighbor? You can't remember their name.

In some way Fiona Williams makes it possible to remember our adopted fictional famiy. They are not arguing and fighting now. The water has swallowed the mean words. Thank God the house is still there. Will it remain? I have decided no one knows what it's like to live through a catastrophic flood. Unless you've been in those climbing waters, you just don't know.

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