Prompt: “Rain fell that night, a fine, whispering rain.”
She awoke to the sound of dripping.
Jenny tossed the covers off of her bare legs and rolled her legs of the edge of the mattress. First the left then the right. Never the other way around. In a haze she stood and rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes. The faint crackle, pop, drip, drip, drip of the coffee maker carried from the kitchen.
“Jon? You awake?” Jenny whispered yawning. She gently patted the bed to her right. No one there. She turned to the red glow of the alarm clock and let the numbers come into focus. 3:12. No. 3:13.
She turned back around to the doorway and padded into the black hallway. The rest of the house rested in darkness. Still the drip, drip, drip of the coffee maker.
‘Time to make his lunch,’ she thought.
She reached the kitchen and turned the dim yellow stove light on. She looked out the kitchen window and stretched. It was raining, not heavily. Just a fine mist. The smell of the fresh pot made her mouth water. She opened the cabinet and pulled the “Worlds #1 Mom” mug down and began to pour.
She turned to the bathroom door. “Jo–” Jenny caught herself. She repeated his name: “Jon.” This time she didn’t call.
The name hung in the air and she shuddered. The house was so empty now. She left the half-empty mug on the counter and stumbled back to bed.