Today’s post is a response to The Book Bloggers Flash Fiction Foray Challenge. Yes, I know I already did that on Friday. But this was actually the first piece I wrote and, frankly, I still like it better. It’s just not in the usual way, so I hesitated a bit. Then I had a good laugh at myself because since when do I hesitate?
Rain, guaranteed to deepen any dark mood and ruin any good day, pelted against the window in a soothing rhythm; heavier, thrumming fit to rattle the panes then gentling as the wind shifted, winging droplets at a new target.
She heard all of this and none of this, the music swelling around her as she slicked yet another coat of thick red gloss on her lips, no admiration in the heavy-lidded gaze she returned in the mirror. Her phone bleated, though the sound that reached her ears was softer, muddled; with her left hand she silenced the device, toppling an empty prescription bottle in the process. The time for talking was long past, and her dreams beckoned.