Through The Windows

A Short Story

Photo by Noah Silliman on Unsplash

The rain ran down the windows in tiny streams of silver. She sat at the small bistro table her husband had tucked into the corner of the solarium. Laptop open in front of her, brows furrowed, chin cupped in her hand, she tapped quickly at the keyboard, paused, typed a few more words and abruptly slammed her index finger into the delete key. The force was enough to cause the small metal table to shake slightly…