I should remind her what she was missing. Give her something to cry over when she thought about what she had, but my pride wouldn’t let me. The rain was coming down in buckets, but I didn’t invite her in. I needed to be out here, feeling that damn rain. It helped ease the pain, giving my mind something else to focus on. Something besides her and her paper-thin blouse that was now soaked through.
© Kelly Miles
Blake’s Hope ~ fall 2016