Lena had always loved the rain.
Showers at any time were an invitation to kick off her shoes, run
outside, and dance.
So she didn't try to escape the sudden,
torrential downpour, though lightning lit the black sky and thunder
shook her bones. She stood perfectly still until her t-shirt was
drenched and her shivering could have been from the cold.
The rain washed the blood from her
legs, washed his stink from her skin, and when she opened her mouth
to catch a few drops on her tongue, it washed away his taste.
She wished it would rain forever.
5 comments:
Powerful for 100 words! But creepy too (in a good literary way).
Oooooooohhhhhhhh. So good!
Thank you both so much!
So, soooooo creepy! I'm kind of afraid of you now...
Haha, Debra! I'll take that as a compliment.
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