photo credit: Stephen Serio
Annette lingers near
the open doorway
musing over the weather.
While she hadn’t thought
of Jacob in many years
the scent of rain
brings him to
mind.
They’d been in love.
At least she’d been in love.
Or at least, she
thought she’d been
in love.
Now, she isn’t sure
of much.
The rain comes
as expected.
Slowly at first.
And then, in a great
storm of…
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