Soccer Field in the Rain
Character : Ken
Word Count: 100
The rain doesn’t taste sweet anymore. It used to bring life to the wildflowers it bathed.
But now – now it tastes salty. It drowns everything in tears.
I’ve become accustomed to the torrential bitterness that no umbrella can withstand.
Playing football in the rain was the best. You’d be ankle-deep in water and each kick would bring a muck-filled spray. You’d sweat mud by the end of the game and be caked in it. Everyone looked the same when the game was over.
This morning as I stare at the flooded field, I realize that mud stains - just like blood.