Rain © Lisa Shambrook
The rain fell, heavy and abrupt, and before Lily had a chance to move she was soaked, the sky’s tears drenching her t-shirt and darkening her mud-splattered jeans. Shaking, dirt-ridden hands hung at her sides and she stared up into the roiling clouds as the heavens wept with her.
Lily bit her lip as her fingers trembled through her straggly tresses then she flung out her arms in defiance as she twirled; starved vengeance served as she whirled. Her hair spun out in heavy, water-laden rat-tails as she ravenously kicked up earth, and the rain danced on her skin and drummed upon the fresh mound under her feet.
Her laugh echoed as she buried far more than a corpse beneath the hammering of dawn’s heavy downpour.
Another Five Sentence Fiction for the word prompt Hunger…make of it what you will in its ambiguity!
The Last Krystallos 