Stories Without Voice
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: Never have; never will, but can dream.
Rhythm of the Rain
She found him by the koi pond, crumbling bread idly with his fingers. A light rain falling around him. He was drenched, but took no notice.
He looked up at the sound of her boots on the wooden walkway. Opening up the umbrella, she covered the two of them, watching the flashes of pearl, cobalt, gold and coral dart to the surface to gobble the pieces of heaven that floated down to them.
He looked up at the umbrella.
Barbie pink.
She looked over at him.
Sapphire beneath raven locks.
He pulled her closer as they waited out the storm.