Tag: motel

• The Driving Southbound Rain

  There was more rain than he had seen in one place. It was less like driving through rain and more like driving while a five-gallon bucket emptied over the windshield over and over. The wipers thudded in sloppy rhythm as he reached for the final inch of coffee waiting cold in the styrofoam cup. About…

  Dan Metzger

  September 4, 2015

  Fiction, Scene, Short Story

  creative writing, driving, Fiction, heat, love, motel, rain, sleep