Rain

[oroburos69]

Written for the Mentalist Prompt Comm. 100 words.

It’s raining.

She is dead.

Thunder.

She’s terrified, screaming for aid, for succor.

Lightning.

He offers her a ride; just saw her on the side of the road. Too wet to walk, he says, laughing.

Thick gun grey clouds, painting the sky.

She can walk, it’s only a couple of blocks.

The horizon is dark, tall clouds rising.

School let out early. Mom isn’t picking up.

Clean blue sky.

“Don’t touch that.”

The words are belated and half-hearted. They’ve grown used to his idiosyncrasies.

He drops the ragged fabric on her ragged body.

He knows who killed her.

Smile, Smile.