Written by G. Lynn Brown
“Are you okay?”
“No, but I’ll be alright once the rain comes.” For a moment she faked a smile, but it hurt too
much.
Then she looked at me and answered a question I didn’t ask. “That’s when I can let my love flow
without folks seeing.”
Her eyes lacked luster.
“See,” she explained, “I’m not supposed to miss him, because I never should have loved him.”
A rumble of thunder sounded in the distance. She smiled again but, this time, for real.
“I love that sound,” she said. “Whenever we kissed, our hearts sang with that same beautiful
noise.”
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G. Lynn Brown is a Pushcart Prize nominated writer of Flash Fiction, a published poet, an editor, and digital illustrator. Her work can be found in more than 15 different literary journals, including Spillwords, Fictionette, 101 Words and Friday Flash Fiction, to name a few.