Literature
Mud Drabble
She had looked so beautiful, standing outside in the rain, amid the muddy field of patchy grass and thriving weeds, with her arms tossed up at the stormy heavens. He'd never found her more beautiful than that moment. Her hair is soaked to an oil slick black and sticks and is plastered against her face in awkward portions. Her dress droops under the weight of the wet material, and outlines her body in just the right places. And her eyes, oh, her eyes, the way they sparkle when a spasm of lightning invades the sky. Her tiny shoes are so thickly caked in mud that one couldn't imagine them ever being a lighter shade, never mind the pri