Collection of Short Stories

Hurricane

I sat there, on my little island alone, the sun dancing on my skin. In the distance a rainbow stretched the sky, no cloud visible for miles and nothing but pure joy in the air. But slowly, like death, the rain crept in. The darkness waltzed to my side, stroking my arms, grazing my lips. I did my best to look away and stay smiling, yet it was too much. The rain hit hard, hail felt like bullets and the tears ran as blood dripped. Screams echoed out, the warmth grew to cold, the wind whipped my hair, my heart ached again... I feel like this time, the hurricane was from him and not me. He left me broken, I just let him do it.