Grief

Another short piece

 

 

                                      Grief

She ran. She had to get out, get away, get anywhere. She sprinted along the sidewalk, oblivious to the cars that passed, their tyres splashing noisily through puddles. The rain came down in torrents, big fat droplets falling and landing heavily. They hit her as she ran, soaking through her clothes and drenching her skin right to the bone.

Her hair was like the sky, black and leaden from the rain. The wind teased the sodden strands, whipping them against her face. Icy drops lashed her face, stinging it and mingling with the tears that ran rivers down her cheeks.

Her breath heaved in her chest and she fought for air. She stopped suddenly and dropped to her knees on the rain coated pavement. Her head fell to her hands as she gasped, forcing air back into her burning lungs, sobs wracking her entire body.

Still the tears come, wetter somehow than the rain that dripped from her face. Her jeans clung to her legs as she continued to stay, knelt on the hard concrete of the sidewalk, as the sobs once again cascaded over her body, rolling like a massive, never ending wave. He was gone.