October Prompts

The wind makes her hair, dress, everything really, stream out behind her. It stings with wet and cold, her eyes would be watering if it weren’t for her having cried out all her tears earlier. It was That Day.

Florence still doesn’t understand how it was the same every year. Cold, stormy… Lonely. It never mattered what plans she may have made, or who she was with. She always felt out, adrift, floating helpless in the water just like… Them. The one she lost. The Last Love she will ever know. 

How could the weather be so cruel to remind her like this! Why must it rain every year? 

Fat drops splash against her face and begin quickly soaking through her dress helping the wind to bite into her more. 

She can see it in her mind, and she can’t stop the vision from burning bright and replaying through that day when she watched her Love’s ship crash into rocks below.