He stood behind the metal guardrail watching the waves break against the rocks just below. The waves were growing larger as the cold winds picked up and the storm clouds moved in. He snapped up his yellow rain slicker and covered his head with its hood, as much to keep him warm as to keep him dry when the large drops of rain started to fall.
As the wind grew stronger and the rain pelted him, he grabbed on to the handrail to try to keep from being blown away. He saw this moment, struggling against the elements, to be a perfect metaphor for his life, which was slowly slipping away.
Written for Cyranny’s One Minute Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Lebaneselily.