The rain was relentless now, pounding down on the roof, spattering the ashfelt and pooling in the gutter. She blinked, trying to clear her blurring vision of the fat raindrops hitting her face and collecting on her eyelashes. He was staring at her intensely, his eyes boring into hers, with both a look of expectation and of wanting. His golden eyes, deep and fierce with flecks of brown at the edges, had always served as a kind of refuge for her, somehow they made her feel safe and loved, and at home. Now they looked at her, searching for some kind of answer, some inclination of how she felt, of what she was going to do next. But she was frozen, standing there, her clothes heavy with the rain, and her head swirling with thoughts. As the headlights of the passing cars, flittered through the leaves, they stood staring, all their history, all the times they had spent together, laughing and talking, were beginning to fade, to slowly vanish from sight, washed away by the pouring rain.
just something I wrote once, this is as far as it got :/
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Drips and Drabs
AcakDrips and Drabs is my own personal collection of bits and pieces. It might be a paragraph, or a poem, it might be a line or a whole chapter, but basically these are pieces of writing that, really didn’t amount to much, they were written in a moment...
