Clouds hug the buildings above her head, oppressive in their proximity. Smoke permeates the air from a shop that has caught fire across the street.
Yesterday it rained hard enough for branches to fall from the trees and washing that had dried to become wet.
Today the sun is out and even though it hasn’t yet escaped the clouds, there is the promise of heat.
by Rebecca L. Atherton
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