February 7, 2015
Her world collapsed. Claire stood in dazed isolation, emotionally bankrupt, she took the onslaught of the ice-cold droplets and watched the truck disappear. Her wet dress hugged her, its weight heavy and oppressing. With blind eyes to the world, she stared at the shadow of the pickup taillights. It was hard to tell when she started crying and even more difficult to discern between her tears and the rain as she turned her face to the sky above. Her eyelids fluttered to deflect the water, she wanted to move, to run, but her legs were weak and incapable of doing anything. So she stood in the pelting rain and let her body and mind drown in the cold wet afternoon.