Thursday, August 11, 2011

A Good Soaking

It was raining. For the first time in months, dark clouds rolled in and expelled fat raindrops, the kind that drench anyone standing outside in the time it takes to say, “Uh oh, where’s my umbrella.”

The heat wave, and drought, had sucked the life out of everything in town. No one, nothing, was immune from it. People walked quickly, heads down, tolerating the hellish summer only as long as it took to get from one cool place to another. Despair seemed to radiate from every surface.

All around me on the sidewalk, people stood, smiling in the deluge. Prayer worked.
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Postscript: This was another exercise in Flash Fiction, directed, in particular, to the Three Word Wednesday blog.

5 comments:

colorpoems said...

I like it.

ThomG said...

Considering the goings on in your area, this just might be that hope. I like the ending.

Ren said...

With all of the forest fires going on up here in Ontario, this would definitely be a welcomed relief :)

Sheilagh Lee said...

sometimes rain is a great release from unrelenting heat.

pieceofpie said...

great exercise!!... easily readable full and flowing... a definite keeper in the flash fiction fantastic...