Photo Story: Rain City

Ben gets up to wash the dishes. I down the glass of wine I was drinking and pour myself another. My arm cast almost knocks the bottle over, but he saves it. He smiles the same way he smiled years ago. It used to make me feel something, but not anymore. His wedding band looks plastic now, just like the toys on the floor. My arm’s still broken and I fear that we are, too. He won’t take that ring off, and neither will I. It’s rain city in my eyes, outside the window and in my cup. It overflows.


Lucie Bernheim is 17 and lives in New York City. She loves to write songs. This is her first published short story, and she hopes to write more.

Photo credit: Richard Leeming

5 Responses to “Photo Story: Rain City”

  1. Teddy Kimathi says:

    I’m really impressed! You write with such experience of life like an old soul!

  2. Susan Ito says:

    Seventeen! You are so talented, Lucie. I hope you write more and more.

  3. Emma Corwin says:

    Congrats on your first published short story! I especially admire the line “His wedding band looks plastic now, just like the toys on the floor.” I just love details that hint at what’s outside the front scene/story. Well done!

  4. Z says:

    17?! The artful reference to toys on the floor was good – it says they gave kids without extra words.

  5. Jon Remington says:

    Really good stuff.And also so young. Good stuff.

    Best of luck in your future of writing.

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