Monday, June 15, 2009

Rainy Day Monday Writing Prompt

Monday's creative juice booster writing prompt: The rain. . .


What did you come up with? Did it just flow like the rain or did you really have to think? Share your paragraph or your page.

Here's mine:

The rain mirrored her flowing tears. Sometimes it poured and other times dripped slow and steady. As she sat on the floor with her arms wrapped around her legs pulled up to her chest, her teeth chattering, Sara listened to the tinkling of rain against the tin roof. She was so cold and lonely. Would the feeling never go away?

Her fiancé, gone two years now, still invaded her mind, every minute of every day, but when it rained, it was worse. When it rained, she had to hide from the monsters Tommy used to keep at bay, hide from the monsters that came when she closed her eyes. She shivered and squeezed her legs tighter.

“Please, Tommy,” she begged, rocking back and forth, her cheek pressed against her knees.

“Please make the rain stop.”A crack of lightning lit the dark sky in answer. Tears streamed down her face as the rain glided down her bedroom window. If Tommy were here, he would pull her onto his lap, enfold her in his arms and whisper their dreams of a life together, a home, and a family in her ears. He would kiss her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, and her nose, and promise her, “No monster will ever touch you again, sweetheart.”

1 comments:

Ceri Hebert June 16, 2009 at 4:40 AM  

Excellent! Heartbreaking. Excellent job.

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