When the Rain Ends

by Mary Ellen Taylor

Do not squander time. It is the stuff life is made of. —Benjamin Franklin

What-ifs didn’t matter. If Dani had learned anything, it was that 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.

Her mind lingered in that odd space between awake and asleep where dreams, regrets, and worries flourished.