Drabble: i will be your lightning rod
Info: Imagine Me & You, Luce/Rachel, prompted by poey. A real drabble! 100 words, straight up.
Words exist for what she’s feeling in other languages, some combination of longing and guilt and simply knowing. Only it isn’t simple at all.
Rachel leans against the door of Luce’s apartment, her whole body going weak. By the time she hits the floor, divorce papers flying, she’s sobbing.
They drink together when her name fills in every blank line, and Luce’s hand rests on Rachel’s abdomen.
“You can do this,” is all that Luce says, knowing the words are out there, in other languages, hanging in the silence.
Rachel kisses her, wet with salt, and it’s simple after all.