The wind lashed furiously and rain spattered onto the dusty sill. She bent low, ran her finger along the ledge and turned her hand to look at the damp soot. She rubbed wet hands on her face, already wet. She pressed her face against the screen and let the cold water from the sky mingle with the warm water on her cheeks. The grime remained.
Flash Fiction for the Cocktail Hour
An alternative to a martini.
[...] Rain 16 10 2009 TGIF — it’s Friday, almost cocktail time in the US pacific time zone. This week’s piece is micro rather than flash fiction: Rain. [...]
“She bent low, ran her finger along the ledge and turned her hand to look at the damp soot.”
Something about that sentence that I love… It’s short and simple. But, the way the words flow, paint a very real picture for me.
Lovely! As Christi said above, the sentences flow beautifully. I also like how you end with that short, abrupt sentence for emphasis.
Thanks Christi & Christina for stopping by and for your comments.
Oh, this one is good! So short, and yet everything the reader needs is there!