(100 word flash fiction)
It had been raining that day when you ran from my arms and down the driveway to the waiting school bus. So eager you had been to show off your new raincoat, you had not even turned back to wave goodbye.
Every year, I bought new clothes for you just a little bit bigger. Added one more candle to your birthday cake. Redecorated your room, changed the posters. I hope you like Jennifer Lawrence.
They said you’re dead. But they didn’t find your body, did they?
Today, there are 21 candles. Who could be at the door in this downpour?
It is spring here and we are tired of the rain, wanting only fine, sunny days, but Rochelle has to post a rainy night photo just so that we don’t forget to feel grateful for the rain 🙂 The weekly party just started over at Friday Fictioneers with this photo prompt –