The Money Tree

Silky was having dreams of deluges. They'd started soon after she got the news about her brother Morgan. The dreams frightened her: mile-high tidal waves that swallowed cities; vast masses of water shifting restlessly over drowned skyscrapers.

In one dream, she was living in a cottage on a mountain top. She was cooking a meal for Morgan, barbecueing fat pink prawns on an outdoor grill while she and her brother laughed and talked. Far away on the horizon was the outline of another mountain range, a wide plateau. She heard water running. It irritated her that Morgan had left a tap on --such a lazy boy! She turned to tell him to go and turn it off, and saw the plateau in the distance. Water was spilling over the top of it; billions of gallons rushing over that mountain range miles away. That's what she'd been hearing.