I have a short (ha ha) piece on the FlashFlood website, in honour of National Flood Fiction Day.
The Morning After
When she got into work, after an early and cold commute in the January frost, the message light on her phone was flashing. An insistent red reminder of the night before. Her mobile, if unanswered, forwarded to her desk telephone. She ignored it and went to the canteen to buy a cup of tea and some breakfast.