Drabble: Weather Girl

Genre: fantasy

 

The weather was linked to her emotions.

Once, she thought it was cool how her smile could literally light up the world. That naive girl had long since drowned in drugs to suppress any emotion.

There were those who wanted to use her ability to control the weather. She hadn’t felt anything in a long time, but she knew that once her shackles were removed, she would feel only one thing.

Rage.

~End~

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Posted on May 3, 2017, in Short Stories and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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