I was not entirely sure what this weeks photo prompt was all about, but after a bit of Googling, I’ve concluded it’s probably a weather dome. I may be wrong of course!
The rain was beating on the window. He poured the last drop of vodka from the bottle and downed it in one. Music blared from the radio; Buddy Holly, Raining in my Heart. He spun around, swept it from the table. It crashed to the floor and fell silent.
It was a week ago she left. A week on his own. All alone.
There was nothing of interest in the local paper. Until that was, he saw an article about the weather. It was the longest period of foul weather he could remember, yet the forecasters said ‘the current spell of unseasonably warm and sunny weather is set to continue’. Then he spotted the result of a football match which he thought wasn’t happening until Saturday.
The radio crackled back to life. ‘And it’s raining, raining in my heart’. He kicked it into the corner where it smashed to pieces.
On page thirteen were the obituaries. He saw a photograph that stopped him dead; he was looking at a tribute to himself. The words started spinning and everything around him became a blur except for the date at the top of the page which came into sharp focus.
He was reading next week’s paper.
Thanks to Susan Spaulding for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction and for providing this week’s intriguing picture!
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