When the Rain Ends

by Mary Ellen Taylor

the universe didn’t care what she wanted. Like the ocean, it swept in and reshaped the beaches and dunes at will, and it never once considered the destruction in its wake.

you can only see with your eyes. I see what will be.

“Bad times are guaranteed.

No getting around it. But if you hang in there long enough, the world does turn, and the good times follow.”

memory was a tricky thing. It changed with time, emotions, and experience, like the beach did with the tides.

Fine. It’s just enough to make everyone shut up, isn’t it?”