Godless and Grown

Droplets of water cascaded onto the pavement into a rippled pattern. Hannah fell to the ground into a crumpled mess, drenched. Her lackluster eyes were weary and tired, and her clothes were nasty and tinged. She looked to the sky and noticed its empty and loveless blue looking back onto her with such an ungodly rejection. As Hannah’s frumpy form lay huddled on the pavement before her apartment, she found with a tragic and immutable realization that this was the raw accumulation of hard work and time. This was growing up and Hannah hated it.