Friday, August 31, 2012

Rain Of Despair


He watched the clouds roll in, trying his best to appreciate their natural beauty. They seemed to have been layered across the sky by the hand of Mother Nature like so much cumulonimbal filo dough. Unfortunately, he doubted there was any delectably sweet filling within that metaphorical dough…only rain.

He liked rain, all things considered, except when it held the imminent promise of falling with unfettered abandon on the first party he’d be hosting as a junior associate of Harcourt, Dukes, Frances and Keene. With a reluctant sigh, he admitted an outdoor venue might not have been so very wise.


This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.


9 comments:

  1. Oh dear, poor guy. Nothing can spoil a good party though - just buy more beer!
    I'm over here - http://elmowrites.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/friday-fiction-white-pegasi/

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  2. After-thoughts! Yes, indoors with access to outdoors might have been best.
    Scott

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  3. It always happen when we plan a big out door bash. Well written.

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  4. I love this. Very well written. Poor guy! Mine is here: http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/friday-fictioneers-harmattan-rain/

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  5. Isn't that always the way? Rain when you don't want it, sunny skies when you do.

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  6. Just goes to show, no matter how powerful a human may feel at any given time, mother nature will have her way, winning every time! Well done.

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  7. Nothing sinister here, just plain old disappointment and frustration. I felt for him.
    mine's here: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/writers-catharsis/

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  8. I love this..."cumulonimbal filo dough"!!! Weather (and so much else) certainly depends upon the eye of the beholder or the plans of the concerned. You demonstrated that very well.

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