Before I Go by Maria Fokas
She waited praying it would not stop raining.If he didn’t come there would be a reason. She clenched her wet fists onto her umbrella handle, feeling the pain in her bones; or was it her heart? Her soaking socks a reminder that she was there too long, and all the while there was one thing she didn’t abandon: the pleasure of hope.
© 2013 Maria Fokas