One Drop by Suzanne

Word count 150

Written for the ’28 Days of Rain’ Challenge for the Lancerwriters@groups.io

1^st in the Rain Series

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One drop.

Then another.

That measly patch of blue in the roof had turned grey.

Cold water. Straight from heaven.

He got up on shaky legs. Stuck out his tongue.

Was this how fools prayed?

Dios, he’d shuck these duds and dance naked in it, if he could.

The drumming hurt his brain; soldiers, smarted up and marching through town.

Not rurales. Too damn full of mezcal to march. They bribe, trick and beat to find their man.

Poor Jose. Not worth the bullet Johnny coulda killed him with.

Thirty pieces of silver and all that shit.

Well, Johnny was no saviour.

Then just like that, it all stopped. No noise. No rain.

Just a sliver of sunlight.

“Madrid, you catch a drop?” Pascual called out from the next cell.

His throat was bone dry. “Just one,” he croaked.

But Dios, he’d look for hope wherever he could find it.

End
Feb. 2024

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To More Than One Drop

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