Bab 75: The Tower

Emily looked, up, up, up at the tower before her. She had tilted her head as far back as it would go, but she still could not see the top of it. It disappeared somewhere beyond the clouds and still kept going.

Good, she thought, looking down at her bare feet. If I go up there, the water definitely will not be able to follow. Emily had been on the beach when the water had started to rise. At first, she had moved further inland, hoping that it would not touch her there. But it had flowed in steadily, covering the sand and grass, and slowly making its way up the palm trees.

When it had still been at grass-covering level, Emily had rolled up her jeans in an effort to keep them dry, but clearly, that had been an exercise in futility. The water was now up to her waist and she was soaked.