It’s raining again. Wild drops cascading down the curved glass creating interweaving hasty streams of lurid ecstasy. She longs to touch the tangled mess of the wet rush but her fingers meet the coldness of the glass wall instead. The torrent runs free outside her reach leaving dancing shadows on her fingers. Isn’t it you who chose to live inside…safe in your bubble? They taunt her. No, but I want to be with you…wild and free! She cries. Sorry, too late. We don’t have the time now. And they leave her standing by the glass wishing she was someone else.
5 comments:
WHEW...!!!!!
dusty: it was so pretty!! you would have loved it too...watching rain falling on the glass wall....
"No, but I want to be with you…wild and free!"
hey go out, break the bubble..
what beautiful prose!!
rambler: 'we are prisoners of our own device...'
rusty: thank you :) if I were where you are I would miss this city...
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