WRITER'S WRITE...WRITING PARTNERS FEUD

SPRING RAIN
By
Angelica Hart and Zi

Z: Should we?
A: But of course, we must mix it up a bit.
Z: Soooo, pancakes for lunch, right?
A: Yup, and a short-short story for our readers.
Z: Mixing it up can be a good thing.
A: If you like this change of pace, let us know....angelicahartandzi@yahoo.com

The umbrella didn’t keep her face free of mist, but she liked the silken, moist feel of it. The woman embraced the purple and green wash of Spring emerging through the shimmering palette of grass, leaves and crimson poppies. That moment was filled with the magical hues of rebirth. She smiled at the umbrellas, like her own, popping up in answer to sky tears. Wet splashed her ankles as she followed the path on the trail of the older man.

He had no umbrella, just an ash-colored raincoat and a matching fedora. Yet he didn’t hunch from the rain, almost embracing it and seemed to be enjoying it just as she did. She knew him to be a kindred spirit and knew he’d welcome her company, that he’d offer a smile sincere and inviting.

Her pace sped up as she anticipated greeting him. She knew she’d surprise him, knew he’d never expect her to just walk up to him today of all days. But alas, he shouldn’t be surprised, for today was a very special day. Albeit, it was the first day of Spring, indeed a day of magic, a day of wonder, a day when fresh and new applied to life.

She neared.

“Father,” she finally called, for he moved so fast, hoping to slow him, yet the distance between them always remained the same. “Father,” she shouted, again, quickening her steps, knowing he might not recognize her voice for she had been away too long.

Why? Why had she been away?

And then she remembered. She hadn’t been away. This was just the end of a loop that would in a moment begin again, for they were creations of an artistic mind, caught forever in a singular moment. Revolving upon revolving. Endlessly. A painting hanging in a museum, and she was but a figment of imagination. Saddness and horror engulfed her and the fading bid to become real ended in a flash and....

The umbrella didn’t keep her face free of mist, but she liked the silken....

Angelica Hart and Zi
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