The Anatomy of a Raindrop

She thought she heard music.
Her ears were mistaken, though, by what was actually just the singing of the wind. It was beautiful, a symphony of howls and notes. It flew past her ears in rhythms and beats, calming yet exciting. Brinley knew that the wind would be the last song she ever heard.

A story in which Brinley Jones lies bleeding on the side of the rode and, in the realization of her inevitable death, calls her boyfriend to carry on a conversation as if nothing was the matter.