Welcome to Three Word Wednesday. Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. This is a writing exercise. The idea is to let your mind wander and write what it will. I'll also attempt to write something using the same three words.
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This week's words are:
The first couple of raindrops hit the windshield in big splotches. Then in as much time as it took to put the windows up, it was pouring. The smell of rain filled the air. Such was summertime in the South. It never rained quite so hard and the lightning was never so vivid and intense as it was then.
Kristin and I had been downtown to Riverfest. A single clap of thunder had sent much of the crowd scrambling for cover before the rain hit. I was figuring on dropping her off and then going home. But by the time we got to her place, the storm was on top of us.
"Why don't you come in for awhile and wait out the storm?" she asked.
I thought it a good idea. When we got inside, she pulled back the curtains and opened the windows. Kristin loved to watch the lightning and listen to the rain. It's one thing I remembered about her. One of ten thousand.
We sat in the floor in front of the couch with the lights out. As darkness set in, the storm really was a magnificent thing to see and hear.
We talked for awhile. I have no idea if it was twenty minutes or an hour, then eventually, words receded to thoughts. After a few moments of silence, I assumed Kristin had fallen asleep, and was surprised when she spoke.
"Do you ever think about us?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you ever wonder how it would be... if we... were together again?"
Her question stunned me. As much as we still talked and hung out from time to time, there was a line there, somewhere. At least I imagined there was. We had a past, but it was a long time ago. Honestly, half the time, I had no idea what was going on. I tried to play it off.
"You're talking in your sleep, dear."
She didn't say another word.
As she slept, I was wide awake, thinking. Only the distant rumble of thunder could be heard as the storm had passed on thru. She shifted in her sleep, and the familiar feeling of her cold bare feet coming to rest against my leg made me smile. I looked at her face, still occasionally illuminated by the lightning. She looked perfect.
I thought about kissing her. But instead, I took a blanket off the couch and covered her up.
We never came that close again.
"We never thought those days would end. We'd never be the same again. That summer would be the last time we would ever be together..."
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