The Docks

She sat down on the docks, her mind as dejected as the wind blowing her hair away. She hugged herself because of the cold as she shivered. The cold usually didn’t bother her, usually, she rather liked the small drizzle of rain that had no indication of stopping. But today was not a usual day for her.

She shook her head to clear them of straying thoughts and did her best to focus on the dark and decrepit scenery ahead. She’d been on these docks so many times before but never had it seemed so bad.

The day’s events kept popping up in her mind despite her valiant efforts to pretend that didn’t happen. Everything kept replaying like a broken record, highlighting the worst parts. Amidst the rain, a few tears streaked down her face.

When the sun rose, her demeanor didn’t change. But as she looked upon the rainbow in midst of such a dreary day, Em smiled despite herself.

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Word Count: 161

Written as a response to Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by the lovely Susan. The challenge is to write a story in less than 200 words with help from the picture prompt above.

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Stark #writephoto

Bare for all to see,

Completely isolated

from its surrounding

It stood, just like me.

 

The rare breeze

not doing much

to what little leaves

that dared stay on.

 

The sun’s light

ever shining upon

Yet failing to reach

the trees proper.

 

The powerful rain

always falling

Never harming

never helping.

 

Despite it all,

it stood on.

Tall and upright

just like me.

stark


Written for Thursday Photo Prompt, hosted by the lovely Sue.