The bundle of clothing shifts again and stands up to full height.
And a mass of tussled long hair falls upon his shoulders.
It's Ichi. With a blanket.
Relief floods through me and suddenly, my whole body aches.
I cringe in pain and curl into a ball, my eyes screwing shut.
My wrists feel black and blue, my feet feel raw, my back feels strained, and my arms and legs feel like they had been stabbed with a million needles.
But the ropes are no longer there. And I'm sitting on my bed, not dirt or cold metal.
A hand comes to rest on my shoulder.
I peer out from under my little sanctuary and see his face in the lamplight.
His smile glows.
I burst into tears.
YOU ARE READING
Rain Catcher
Short StoryAs rain falls, I collect it in my palms. One drop at a time. Unbeknownst to me, my feelings for you slowly collected, drop by drop, until it overflowed, bathing me in emotions. How many drops will it take for us to fully realize our true feeling...
