Praying for Rain

Samantha woke to the rustle of dry leaves and gusts of wind. The springs creaked as she pulled herself from the old, worn bed. Her damp, silk slip clung to her as she moved toward the window. She leaned against the sill and felt the stroke of the cool breeze. She tilted her head back ran the wet cloth down the length of her neck and prayed for rain.

Lillie Mcferrin Writes – Five Sentence Fiction- Open

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