Freedom

It was raining when she came out of the building. She rummaged through her bag for the folding umbrella she knew was there but then, on a whim, changed her mind and stepped out, her face open to the raindrops. Feeling the rain on her face, her shoulders, her breasts, was refreshing after days of heat that lingered over the scorched land. She took off her sandals and set off running barefoot down the street, not minding the strange looks from passers-by.

She ran, raindrops beating against her slender body, blood pumping through her veins; she ran, feeling the freedom she had craved for so many years. She only stopped to catch her breath, rain dripping from the curls of her short-cut hair onto her already soaked top and pleated skirt.

She felt the sensation of silk pressing tight against her skin, accentuating the curves of her body, wrapping around her thighs, and all of the sudden she burst out laughing.

She knew she would never have to enter that building again.