Words written: 2,650
Settings: Somerset, England at the Widcrest. London, at the apartment.
Perspective: Ryan and Renata’s respective narratives

Favorite line (#wipfavline on twitter):

I had expected some sort of shock written on her face, but instead it spelled the realization of an expectation. It’s as if she knew this day would come. “Do we have to go?” she asked, holding onto her knees tightly.

“I’m sorry, but we do,” I said and left it at that. I knew she needed no further explanation. We sat there quietly for a moment, and just as I’d felt responsible for the rain that kept us indoors, I now felt responsible for the media cyclone we were going to have to run from.

© 2009 Rochelle Michael