Writing Prompts
Prompt 1/03
I stood in the doorway...
I stood in the doorway of the house, carefully avoiding the waterlogged tiles.
I watched the falling rain that always turned the small street into a stream
from the corner of the doorway. Above me, the overworked gutter spilled some
of the water from its bowels into large driviluts. The air is colder, the warmth
of the day gone. A flash of lighting I could see from the left in the doorway.
I caught a glimpse of a teen running through the heavy puddles, in a vain attempt
to escape the rain.