Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction Friday: Raindrops

They don't understand. To them rain is dreary, dark, cold. It soaks their clothes... and their moods. But that isn't what I saw. In my eyes each raindrop was a glistening speckle of color. They glittered like prisms with ever color of the rainbow and when the drop hit the ground the prism would shatter. And… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday: Raindrops

Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction Friday: Waiting

She stood there. Rain pelted down around her. It spattered against her clear umbrella, sliding along the plastic like endless tear drops. Humidity toyed with her hair. The ends twisted and coiled until it frizzed about her. Black strands reached for the inner curves of the umbrella as if drawn by a magnetic. Yet, she stood there. Even as… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday: Waiting