Drizzle

A Microfiction….

“Train leaves tonight, and we ain’t coming back,”  she thought, as she took out the trash. 

The warm summer drizzle hit her forehead, her face. She liked that. Cleansing. New beginnings. 

She looked down at the trinket her lover had given her, now down in that trash. Daddy found it and had crushed it under his boot. 

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Daddy may done crushed her gift under his boot, but she was dragging herself from under it. 

Tonight.