I’m still struggling for time, teaching and marking, and marking and teaching, work is taking over and my writing’s sort of left by the roadside at the minute. But I do hate to miss the fabulous Friday Fictioneers, so here’s a little quickie this morning.
I didn’t ask for diamonds or a house in the hills. I didn’t ask for anything that I thought you couldn’t give. Yet here I am again, hurt and alone, listening to the patter of the rain as it falls.
Where the raindrops and tears splatter and tumble, like speckles of loss that sparkle and gleam, till they liquefy softly in a silent farewell.
Yet if I could make a necklace of raindrops I’d never want again. I’d never need diamonds, or rubies or pearls. I never need more than the offers I’m made. But raindrops, like you, never stay where they fall.
helen midgley 
There is a lot of pain in rain…
Beautiful.
Beautifully poetic.
Love your words.
Lily
Ah, but diamonds and a house in the hills can sometimes be given more easily than those simple things that are really needed.
Your story fills me with sadness. Beautifully written, lovely images.
I know that guy!
Beautiful and sad. Well done!
Some beautiful language in this. I liked the phrase “I didn’t ask for anything that I thought you couldn’t give.” Well done Helen.
Dear Helen,
I understand busy. I’m glad you were able to write for FF this week. Lovely metaphors and imagery. I liked this very much.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Beautiful imagery and so poetic. I absolutely love that last line,Helen! Thanks for taking time out for FF. It’s always a pleasure to read your stories.
Such a rhythmic piece. The imagery is sad but beautifully written.
Ellespeth
This is so poetic and “smooth”. Well done. I’m glad you took time out to write.
Lovely poetic piece. This line was fabulous: “if I could make a necklace of raindrops I’d never want again”.
I couldn’t pick out a line I liked the most, I loved them all and admire your skill.