This post is part of a series of short stories and poems.
Day Thirty Three
May stepped
carefully out of her car, trying to at least somewhat avoid the puddles that
were everywhere. She popped open her red and white polka-dot umbrella and
quickly locked her car. She clutched her purse to her chest and ran into work. She
just needed to talk to her boss about something and it happened to be in the
midst of a downpour. She ran as best she could, but there was no avoiding the
puddles or the rain itself. In about 25 seconds’ time she got completely
soaked. Well, the top of her head was dry. She knocked on her boss’ door and
with a shocked look on her face, she stood up to come talk to her in the
hallway. May smiled, ‘’yeah, I know.’’ Her boss smiled too. She asked her about
switching some shifts so she could go visit some friends in a neighboring town.
Her boss had no problem with that, so as quickly as she had come she was gone. She
opened her umbrella and readied herself to get soaked to the skin, but when she
stepped outside it was barely dripping and the sun was blaring through a break
in the clouds. The air smelled strongly of roses and peonies and she just stood
there. The hot sun on her wet clothes felt so amazing and that perfume was too
beautiful to even believe. She breathed deeply. She closed her eyes and turned
her face upward as she listened to the songbirds sing their sweet songs.
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