The Flood of East London

It was 3 a.m. but it seemed like the world was still light in East London. There were no street lights turned on and he couldn't see any other windows lit. The road was beginning to properly flood now with an inch or two of water creeping up over the edges. He reached his hand out and pushed it gently into the flood, feeling its warmness. It should only have been half a foot deep at most but reaching in I couldn't feel the floor.

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