Day 3 - "Rain"
Short, 'cause it's late, and stuff.
The rain slanted against the windows. The street outside was grey with water, lights making wobbly reflections.
The obituary was in the paper. There was nothing for it now, no pretending. The black and white print was stark and factual.
She sat alone in the chair, brown strand of hair hanging down, hands clasped in her lap. The paper lay unattended on the table. A cup with the remains of coffee huddled under limp pages.
The sounds of traffic came up from the street, a constant noise no longer heard. The clock progressed through its mechanics to mark the passing of minutes and yet no time went by.
She sat alone in the chair, the rain falling outside, her hands unmoving in her lap.
The rain slanted against the windows. The street outside was grey with water, lights making wobbly reflections.
The obituary was in the paper. There was nothing for it now, no pretending. The black and white print was stark and factual.
She sat alone in the chair, brown strand of hair hanging down, hands clasped in her lap. The paper lay unattended on the table. A cup with the remains of coffee huddled under limp pages.
The sounds of traffic came up from the street, a constant noise no longer heard. The clock progressed through its mechanics to mark the passing of minutes and yet no time went by.
She sat alone in the chair, the rain falling outside, her hands unmoving in her lap.