Raintime: A Fictional Narrative

Rainey gave a small sigh and pressed the phone tighter between her cheek and shoulder. "It's been nice talking to you Karen, but I really have to get some sleep," she said. "I haven't been getting much rest lately, and I can't stay up all night like I used to in college."

"Oh, you have to go so soon? I feel like it's been weeks since we last talked," said Karen as she clenched her hand around the phone. She suddenly stood up and paced around her old gingham sofa.

"It wasn't that long ago," said Rainey, exasperated. "I've just been feeling so tired and old lately, but I'll call you next week. I promise" Rainey bent over with a huff and picked up another dirty piece of laundry. Dan, her husband, never remembered to pick his clothes up off the bathroom floor. Resting against the creaky door for just a minute, Rainey bit back a sound of frustration. It wasn't like she never called Karen. She just didn't call her every week like Karen expected. Karen let out a loud laugh, drawing Rainey's attention back to their conversation. …show more content…
"I'm the one that's old. Thirty is still a spring chicken." She nodded her head even though Rainey couldn't see her and made another circuit around the couch, avoiding the garish green footstool that her sister-in-law had given her five years