Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright – Roger Bultot
The storm is coming.
The clouds are gathering behind your back and you can almost smell the rain. Maybe it will wash away all the dirt, inside and out. Maybe it will hide your tears.
You always liked the rain, its soothing quality, the drum-like beating on the rooftop, sliding marks on the windshield, wet empty roads on countless travels.
And now you are fired. Too old. What is one to do when facing the wall? Do you just give up and let the weed suffocate you? Or do you climb?
Maybe this storm will offer an answer.