Flash Fiction
It Wasn't Supposed to Rain Today
It wasn't supposed to rain. Not today. Please not today. She was still getting over a cold. Her umbrella was in her other bag. She didn't have a jacket. She had so much to do. She just wasn't in the mood for getting wet. Why couldn't the weather forecasters get it right.
She checked the weather app on her phone. There it was. Raindrops for the next two hours. Clouds and a chance of rain for the rest of the day. Shit. She thought about going home and trying again tomorrow. But, according to her phone and her friends, it was supposed to snow tomorrow. What the fuck! It's November 1 and the weather has already turned to crap? Living a mile high isn't as glorious as it used to be. It was so much more fun when she was younger and had places she had to go, things she had to do, people she needed to take care of. So much more fun when her body didn't talk back when the temperature dropped, the wind picked up, and precipitation vacillated between rain, sleet, snow pellets and maybe snowflakes if you were lucky. All the while the wind gusted, straining tree limbs, pushing through door cracks, rattling windows. Not a good time for weak muscles and brittle bones. Not a good time, but tomorrow might be worse. So time to suck it up, get wet and cold, and get the errands done. And if it didn't snow tomorrow as predicted, she'd probably whine and then get on with her day. Just like today. Except no rain. She hoped.
