Saturday, May 21, 2011

That day it rained.
Deep, dark and cold.
And she had left her umbrella behind. Not that it would’ve done any good.
The dank, musty water swelled around her, and she wrapped her arms around a shirt that clung too close to her skin.
On that day she longed for that voice to say, “Chill no.”

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