Welcome to the Spot Writers, bringing you your weekly dose of flash fiction. The prompt for this month: Check out these 10 fancy nature words. Choose one of the words, and make it either the title or theme of your post, and build your story around that.
This week’s story comes to us from Dorothy Colinco. She chose the word ombrophobous, meaning rain-shunning. Dorothy likes to say she has self-diagnosed Seasonal Affective Disorder, which probably influenced this writing. A lot.
The rain brings with it
thunder that begins in the sky and resounds in one’s soul,
unkind clouds that jealously block the sun’s bright reach,
an apathetic hue of gray not seen elsewhere,
a stirred cocktail of pollen, which forces its way into lungs
and makes eyes weep without feeling or reason,
evidence of humanity’s callousness and cruelty.
The rain takes away
the graceful spine of the delicate foxglove,
forcing it into a painful arch,
denouncing its beauty and form,
the brightly-colored chalk ground into the rough sidewalk
declaring a child’s name,
their early attempts to announce their identity
and presence in the world,
the laughter shared on a baseball diamond,
the sound of a leather connecting with wood and metal.
It is no wonder, then, that I do not stand in awe with my face towards the heavens with the cursed drops fall.
And those who welcome rain do so only to hide their tears,
now indistinguishable from precipitation,
though both are born of sorrow.
The Spot Writers—Our Members:
Val Muller: http://www.valmuller.com/blog/
Catherine A. MacKenzie: https://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/
Dorothy Colinco. http://www.dorothycolinco.com
CaraMarie Christy: https://calamariwriting.wordpress.com/