When The Rain Comes

Here we are again, time for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word photo prompt hosted by the creative talents of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Take a look over and read the 100 or so other addicted participants each week.

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Photo : Copyright Erin Leary

She sat and reached for a stone on the path, picking it up with a handful of dirt. It was still damp from the early morning dew and yet another sign that summer was nearly over. Thereโ€™d be no more bike rides or pony trails, daisy chains or apple hunts. No more nights when she could sleep outside. No more nights when she wasnโ€™t home and he couldnโ€™t come into her room smelling of cheap beer and cigarettes and all that nastiness and sweat.

She closed her eyes a little tighter, pulled her knees a little closer and tried to dream the rain away.

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28 thoughts on “When The Rain Comes

  1. You are a master story-teller. How heart felt – this is amazing! I feel so sorry for anyone who has ever had to go through this – You really are talented! Thanks, and I hope he gets run over by a monster truck.

  2. The best pieces we read here (in my opinion) are the ones that are perfectly brilliant self-contained pieces that also lend themselves to something much bigger. This fits that perfectly. Great stuff AGAIN.

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  3. Taking the rock home I presume. He may regret his next visit. You touch on a tough subject with compassion and present the loss and despair with such ease. Very fluid story.

  4. Helen, you are a beautiful writer. I admire that you are willing to tackle many genres and challenge yourself to handle each with genuine care and authenticity. But if you break my heart one more time with these sad stories, I may have to hunt you down and just give you a big hug! The repetition in this piece was a particularly effective bit of bait and switch (though certainly not in a cheap way), No more (pleasant things + pleasant things + pleasant things) and then, that means…. no more avoiding the unpleasant thing.
    This was not only powerfully written, but skillfully so as well. If you’re ever thinking of submitting to various venues that solicit micro-fiction, I’d recommend this one. Just brilliant, darling.

    • Wow, thank you (I’m actually quite cheerful really, lol). I really appreciate your comment, and am a little choked by it as well, especially from such an effective wordsmith as yourself. Much love ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. A very grip tale. I wish she could escape period and not have to live out the winter. When the Rains Came was always one of my favourite titles. I remember like the movie, but it was the title that stayed with me…

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