Many thanks to The Drabble for hosting another offering of mine. I am always grateful.
She doesn’t know what today will bring. She awakened to a cold, rainy morning. The dust is beginning to settle around her. Her dog barks. She signals a neighbor or the post. Whoever it is, it’s far too early for smiling. Coffee percolates, wafts through the air. She wraps her cold fingers around the base of the mug and gently sips. Rain catches her windows—taps at them hesitantly.
Should she get dressed?
She looks outside, views the slow and steady cars driving by, and thinks to herself, “Get dressed for what?”
Tremaine L. Loadholt lives in Southeast U.S. Her work has appeared in several literary journals, anthologies, and print magazines. She has also published three poetry books: Pinwheels and Hula Hoops, Dusting for Fingerprints, and A New Kind of Down.
Dames weather here trE! 😆
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I don’t know what that means. Lol. Is it raining there as well or a beautiful day out?! Lol.
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Dame spell corrector! I meant to say ~ it’s the same as the weather here trE ~ !! Dame it! Have to read everything back pefore I b
Post!! 😄😆
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Haha! Oh, okay. Oddly enough, today is sunny, but cold and breezy. This weather doesn’t know what it wants to do. Lol.
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So relatable! We’ve all felt like this at one time or another.
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I am sure we have. Haha. Yes!
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