Djn-093: Sumva

[WIP]

You wade through the murky waters each step you take down the stairs.

This dark pool has plagued your basement ever since that bad storm, and ignoring its presence will solve nothing. The mildew has become too much for you to take.

Your heart tugs as memories of the past swim around you on the surface. Family photos, souvenirs, all types of memorabilia reduced to blurry remnants of their former selves.

You feel something hit your knee. You fish out an old VHS tape. The ink on the side has washed away. The only words you can make out of it is 'My Sum--- Va------.' You decide to bring this one casualty with you as you return upstairs. You're not ready to deal with all this yet.

Maybe it still works. Maybe. You leave it out to dry for now.