http://slow.writerscafe.org/bibliophyte The original writings of author Mary Beth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776207541 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was raining, the drip, splat, trickle, tick tick tick ceaseless and soothing. Rolling over to look out the window she curled into herself, a reaction to thoughts she wasn't aware of. All she sensed was a despair she couldn't explain: the hint of a foul taste in the back of her throat; a shiv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bibliophyte/1116899/