The Whispering Dewdrops - Dear (D)

he will die in Paris, in the rain, on a Thursday 

 "Dear,

whom are you waiting for?

drenching yourself

eyes wet

cursing her kismet

death,is your elf "

She never responded .Stood still in the station ignoring her conscience speaking to her.

 "She will die in Paris

in the rain

on Thursday

she heard the mens say

between the sounds of the train"

That voice ,she recognized. Shocked ! .She thought quickly,

"Dear,

I have waited for you long

you have proved me wrong

for leaving all behind

dumped, is my mind

My heart !get up and be strong!"

I sneaked slowly and carefully.Thanks to my quick and smart mind.OH DEAR!

The Whispering Dewdrops

of A to Z Challenge 

and NaPoWriMo

A 100 WORDS FICTION