The Shower State

by Elizabeth Joyner

Walking over to her usual bench, she lit her cigarette and sat down. The highway fifty boat ramp, between Merritt Island and Orlando, proved to be a picturesque spot to pull over - relax. Air boats skimmed across the top of the water, spraying a mist that was relieving to the Florida heat. Cows grazed on islands not far in the distance, while alligators swam forebodingly in the water. Suddenly, the mist intensified and seemed to be coming from above. She looked up to see eerie dark grey clouds above her head, and as it started to downpour she thought, I have to get out of Florida.


Elizabeth Joyner, author of Ill at Ease, is an English major. She lives in Orlando.


Quin said...

don't move, all that rain keeps your skin moist...

and put me there. nice piece

Shaindel said...

Yes, you do, Beth! I'm voting for Oregon :-) I've never been happier... Lots of great writers here, too. Conform...join us ;-)

Take care,

mario said...

you really are a great writer, thank you for getting me to read tonight.