A story by alum Tracy Winn (fiction, ’02) appear at Waxwing Literary:

“Floodwaters washed out sections of Route 100 — the main road through town — and rolled through the cemetery…”
— Huffington Post, August 31, 2011

Black Hawk helicopters touch down in the horse pasture behind Gram’s house, thwap-thwap-thwap, whipping the grass flat. Normal is just what we get used to, right? Like half of West Hill Bridge lying busted in the river. Who knows where the other half sailed off to. No one’s gotten in or out of this place by car for two days, and people are sheltering in the high school.

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