Short Story

The Backdrop of Rain

“You’re so sentimental.” I looked up. “Reading a book with your back against the window as the rain pats and pats on it – not to mention your face.”

I pushed my cheeks upward, and let out a little laugh. He got a chair to sit on, with its head in front, and he leaned towards me. “Sorry. This is just a sad book – or collection, rather.” (more…)

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