She Waits for Thunder

by The Red Parade

storm

The chill of a wind down her spine.

The creaking of the door as she pushes it open.

A hitch of a breath as the light from inside bathes over Holiday.

A quiet sniffle, a hoof scuffing against the street. “She broke up with me.”

Lofty blinks, slowly. Before she knows it, she’s ushering Holiday inside, leading her up the stairs and into her room.

Holiday is sitting on her bed now, letting Lofty drape a blanket around her.

A roll of thunder in the distance.

A splash of rainwater against her window.

Lofty climbs in next to her in the bed and hugs her close.

Nothing more is said that night.

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[Bicyclette]

A roll of thunder in the distance.

A splash of rainwater against her window.

Lofty climbs in next to her in the bed and hugs her close.

Nothing more is said that night.

augh just love these lines. halfway between poetry and prose, and really just letting the throughline of the emotional arc following the weather soak into the page