Tag: short story

  • Rain Smells Red

    Rain Smells Red

    Rain Smells Red For Jack The tin-pan click click of raindrops on the rusted metal roof beat in time with Mama’s eyelashes.  She always blinked furiously when she was thrusting denial in front of her like a shield before Pappy’s barrage of insults and anger.  No, of course he hadn’t been drinking, she would say…