Grey MelodiesThe windshield wipers of Evelyn’s car squeaked each time they returned to their original place. The sound wasn’t particularly loud, but it was the only real noise being made, apart from the gentle hum of the vehicle as it drove along the empty road. The rain outside was only a light shower, but it was enough to require wipers, and to turn the sky grey.Grey Melodies
“Pretty dismal weather, isn’t it?”
Keeping her eyes on the road ahead, Evelyn gave a slight nod in response to her mother’s comment, and then the sound of the wipers took over once more.
Evelyn’s mother, Margaret, was in her early sixties,
in General Fiction on 10/9/09
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