Pitter patter.
Pitter patter.
The quiet melody helps soothe the pain in her chest.
He always loved the rain, she thinks to herself while rising from the wooden rocking chair and walking to the edge of the covered porch. A tear-filled smile blossoms on her face as she remembers the first time he made her dance in the rain. He’d held her so tightly and spun her around until she was dizzy. Her makeup and hair had become ruined, but neither seemed to care.
“I miss him so much,” she whispers to the weeping sky.
The rain simply keeps falling.
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Drabbles--100 Word Short Stories
Short StoryA drabble is a short story that must have exactly one hundred words--no more, no less. They can be used as inspiration starters when you need to get yourself in the writing mood or just for a little fun. It's not easy writing a complete story using...
