Please welcome back Jan with her entry for this month’s writing prompt of ‘The Day of The Storm’, which I hope you will enjoy. I don’t know about you, but I kind of want to know what happens next as it ends on a bit of a cliffhanger (literally) and against all odds I would like a happy ending, even though it doesn’t look good…
There is still just under a week to get your entries in for this month – do you fancy having a go?….. :)
The Day of the Storm
It had to be raining, of course it did! It matched her mood. Why couldn’t she run away when the sun was shining; when it was warm, and she could wear her bright summer clothes? But no, the rain wasn’t taking it’s time to come down, ‘coming down in stair rods’ her mother would have said.
Suddenly she was overcome by emotion. Her dear, sweet mother. Gone now, her place being taken by that harridan, her father’s new wife. Genevieve was her name, but ‘Bitch’ worked just as well.
As though to match her mood, lightening flashed across the sky. Her instinct was to dive for cover, but she remembered her mother’s words, “never stand under trees in a storm”. So she walked on, drenched through, lonely; her hair hanging lank and smooth against her head; her clothes in soaked folds clinging to her legs, which grew heavier with every step she took.
Should she return? Return to the misery, the work, the lack of love? Or should she soldier on? Perhaps to the town? Perhaps find a job?
The rain was relentless. The sky darkened. The river was fast flowing….
She felt herself fall, nothing to clutch hold of….
“Mother help me”, she cried, her words lost in the wind.
© Jan Strickland