It was raining again. The fourth time this week. It doesn't normally rain where I'm from. Instead, it thunders and roars. I'm used to sound; lots of sound. I moved from Kansas to England last month and still trying to figure out where all this rain is coming from and how does the thunder not follow?
The jerk of the train shook me from my day-dream. I adjusted my light-blue hat and pulled out my umbrella. As I started forward, my umbrella suddenly clicked open and sent me crashing backwards into a gentleman with a briefcase. My dress flew up and the briefcase knocked me in the head.
"Oh! My apologies miss!" said the gentleman.
"Oh no, its okay..." I said as he helped me up and closed my umbrella. "Thank you!"
"You're welcome."
I walked quickly through the cart until I saw the door. My face was as red as a tomato! I saw families hugging the arrivals who've come off of the train. I wasn't looking for anyone in particular, I only needed to get to work. I pushed my way through the crowd until I got to the streets of the city. As I walked, I laid my eyes on upon a massive factory...and it reminded me of you. A sudden plop of rain of rain on my nose stopped my thinking and I scrambled for my umbrella. I opened it and I walked to the small store that I worked at. Horse-drawn carriages clopped past me and a black-and-white speckled horse whinnied as he passed.
(Incomplete thought): I missed my horseback riding days; through the hills and fields of flowers.
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Shorty Stories!
Short StoryThis is a book full of randoms, unrealated (maybe) short stories! There's violence, romance, stupidity, and more! Bewere of references and maybe some fangirling. Nosebleeds included! Read at your own risk, kidos! ;)
