1 May
She Has Never Felt the Rain, a story
I wrote in a blog post the other day here about my dream that RL and SL had switched places, and it gave me the chills. Here’s the story that came of it:
She Has Never Felt the Rain
by Bay Sweetwater
by Bay Sweetwater
The old man crooks his finger toward the small girl waiting a dozen or so spaces behind him in the line and motions her to come forward and take his place. She points her tiny finger at her chest and mouths “me?” in disbelief. Her eyes are wide; she chews her lower lip. He nods. The girl takes a quick breath and turns questioning eyes to her mother. “Go ahead, then,” the mother says. “You know Mr. Sanders. Maybe you’ll get your chance today.”
