Kneeling in the rain, I can feel the drops of water running down my face, merging with my tears. I remember the words my father spoke, one day when I was a child."Have peace, my son," he whispered, looking into my eyes. "Have faith in your potential, but remember that it is not by your hand alone that you can do these things," he said, brushing his finger along my cheek. "Trust in others, even the ones you may not believe are there..." The memory faded.
I stare up into the dark clouds."I know you're up there somewhere!" I yell into the dark gray clouds. "Just... Just help me," I sob, letting the rain soak into my hair and run down my back. "Help me."
I gaze up into the sky, staring past the canopy of leaves above me. The tears ceased to come.
"Thank you."
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Shards and Feathers
RandomThis is a collection of short stories. Other words for what may be contained in this collection: fragments, segments, excerpts, bits, pieces, shorts, extracts, and shreds. (Redundancy is fun.) This is the place where puzzles and snippets are kept an...
