Accident in the rain
It was a stormy night, with torrential rain, thunder and lightening, not the normal late summer weather, but because of the unusually high temperatures this week, this storm had been predicted. She was the angel that you read about in stories, the gorgeous woman who only appears in other peoples fantasies. Standing at my front door looking forlorn and a little dishevelled, she was still a vision of loveliness. Her hair was dripping, and her mascara was running. She was soaking wet...