Rainy Days by William Gensburger I don’t believe it was nothing, he said. Somehow things had changed. One moment, so much a part of everything and the next, so far removed. It was as if she had never been there at all. It was, he thought, Like a breeze after a storm, when you only remember the freshness of the air, wondering what had brought clouds into an otherwise perfect day. And wishing it had never started raining.
© 2021 William Gensburger (from ‘A Book of Life’ by William Gensburger (coming 10/2021)