Smoke, Stormy, Rustle and (Fandango) Erase and (Daily Word Prompt) Obtrude.
‘I’m not crying, it’s the onions,’ she says, unable to stop the leakage of tears.
A stormy year and all Sarah wanted to do was erase the past with an enormous rubber. She hadn’t meant for her emotions to obtrude, but her smokescreen let her down at the wrong moment.
‘It’s okay to cry though,’ her friend said.
a rustle of tears crackle, and mascara streaks down her face in long gashes. Once she starts, the tears refuse to stop. Yet her friend stands with her and doesn’t say a word.
When her tears eventually dry, her friend pushes aside the food on the counter. ‘Grab your coat, and let’s go outside.’
‘But it’s raining,’ Sarah said.
‘So bring your wellington boots, let’s go and jump in some puddles,’ she says.
Her inner child looked at the wellington boots by the kitchen door. For the first time in ages felt the edges of her lips curl the right way. A few minutes later, and she was chasing her friend through the street.
Splash, splish, splosh, and the tears rolled away.