"Miss Miya, could you file this for me?"
A hand extends from the neighboring cubicle. My computer buzzes to life.
"Stop turning off, you stupid good for nothing piece of junk."
I snatch the flapping page. Maybe a little bit too violently. A head follows the paper.
"Miss Miya, is everything okay?"
"Yes." I fume.
I push the swivel chair back and stalk off to the filing room.
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...
