How Would You Have It Then? – 15

We sat quietly on the futon for a few minutes, then Cory went to my East window and opened it a crack.  He was looking downwards.

When he closed the window and returned he spoke of the river coming down.

I wanted to see it, so went, and he joined me.  There we stood, rain hurtling down, and what had been a dry river bed was now a muddy raging torrent racing into the sea.

I only took a short peek because the rain was so heavy.  

We went back to the futon, sat.   

Unless the rain stopped, unless the river slowed to a trickle, Cory would be spending the night here.


What do you think?


Written by jaylar

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