Water Rising

The glow of the light filled the room. Everyone was happily tossing fish from one place to another, grabbing bowels and buckets to fill with water, and then just throwing it over their shoulders or aimlessly to the side. Mostly they where just moving the water around not really getting any real work done. I watched the fools from afar as they played their games making themselves feel grand. All the while death circled the sinking room. Some of the people where really trying to save themselves and others, really they where the ones I felt sorry for, those where the ones that understood what was really happing and could easily have saved themselves and yet they could not give up on the others. The ones I hated where the ones that would not even take notice of the situation. They could plainly see what had to be done and yet would sit there refusing to say that things where not looking good. Each person’s mouth was moving; some saying very little with much movement of the lips others had no sound escape their oral cavity at all. A few only parted their lips slightly and screams and cries louder then ever I heard came forth. The movement of their jaws was just as odd as what the ears seemed to be hearing. Some would gather around those whose lips continuously move. They either hearing great things or waiting hoping to hear something. They may have just sat their not wanting to ask if anyone else could not hear him. Some responded with words to other who gave no question and all the while the screams from those few seemed to fall on deft ears. The water was about waist deep now and the fish harder to catch. Those that refused to leave the floor for one reason or another where either starting to or had finished drowning. The water continued to rise and the glow that filled the room faded. Soon it was dark and little could be hear but mumbling in the dark and rushing water. I think I should move up the stairs.