Rain Drops

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Short story, Just looking for feedback.

Submitted: July 10, 2016

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Submitted: July 10, 2016



Liz stared out the window at the rain droplets running in little streams down the glass pane. Her breath left the glass fogged around her tiny hands. She liked to pretend the little water beads were racing, and whichever one made it to the bottom first was the winner. The little girl liked rainy days the best. Other children hated being cooped up indoors, but it brought Liz peace. She was content to stay inside and draw or practice playing her pianoforte.

She was dragged out of her blissful thoughts by her mother’s clear lovely voice calling out to her “Elizabeth, come we will be leaving soon.”

Her mother was standing in the doorway to the sitting room. She had on a pastel yellow dress with lace gracing the neckline and the bottom of the skirt. Liz knew they had to leave the country house to return to their manor in the city, but it didn’t mean she wanted to. She scowled as she thought of the stuffy city.  Her lessons there on how to act appropriately always left her feeling cramped and held in. Here even in the brevity of their stay, she felt the heaviness leave her. Here Liz felt happier, but they couldn’t stay forever. They could never stay forever.

“Elizabeth….” Her mother’s voice trilled as she walked out of the room and into the hall.

Liz stared at the traced a stripe of water that ran down the window one last time.

“Good-bye,” she whispered as she walked away.

The city would be bearable as long as she knew there was still a place she could feel free. 

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