The rain fell in fat drops with miserable abandon towards the ground, and even my rubber ducky colored rain boots and matching umbrella did nothing to lighten the mood. Taxis splashed me with more dirty water, and goose bumps began to pop up on my arms. Slate clouds rolled in and out over the grimy city, over the thousands of chilled people making their way home from work. My teeth were chattering as I jogged across the street and promptly ran into you before standing back and looking into your face. Even from a foot away, your gaze was scorching.
Note: I have been away from FSF for a couple weeks, which I feel very bad about, but I am trying to get back with it. Here, I used a word that I had missed.
Claire
Oooh... nothing like an unexpected encounter in the rain to heat things up. My mushy romantic side is hoping the 'scorching' is a good thing. ;)
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DeleteI definitely felt the chill in this story. Sort of like it was here yesterday. The scorching look was a nice finish. I'm thinking the 'scorching' was a good thing, too.
ReplyDeleteLovely contrast there between the cold and wet and the heat of the encounter. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteThis piece is beautiful, Claire. I myself love the scent and chill of rain and the rolling of slate clouds, but I could feel the emotion of this piece and was thrilled at the way the other person's gaze changed everything in an instant. You made a brilliant use of the prompt. I wish I could pack that much into a single nine-word sentence.
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Thanks so much! I really tried to build the contrast...
DeleteI really, really like this a ton!!! You did so well at building the contrast you were going for. The imagery through the entire piece is strong and I'm a hopeless romantic so the ending was perfect :)
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