This delightful and enchanting
story was chosen to appear in Bright Light Multimedia's latest anthology,
“Speaking of Love”.
For your pleasure and perusal, we present an extract from ...
When It Rains, It Pours
--- 1 ---
The drops of rain fall
like acid onto his cardboard house. In the minute and
twenty-three seconds you spend stopped at that traffic
light, you watch his home, and most of his life,
disintegrate around him. The rain seeps through his box
and, even though the light turns green, you can’t help
but stay and admire the decay.
He’s wearing a black pea coat he probably found on the
ground, or stole from one of the other homeless men
lining this street. The coat looks almost as old and
withered as he. This is the only satisfaction you’ve had
in weeks - at least you aren’t him. You manage a weak
smile, as you drive a third lap around your block.
You continue to contemplate everything that’s happened
in the last year, as each raindrop beats your window
like a savage, fighting to obstruct your view of the
road. It’s a tempting thought to just shut the wipers
off on your silver B.M.W. 320 coup. You wonder what it
would be like to finally give up and let the rain just
take you in.
--- 2 ---
Thirty minutes away, in
the New Alliance Bank office building, towering thirty
stories over Hartford, a very plain-looking girl,
dressed in her jet-black suit, looks out a window on the
twenty-third floor, simply wondering if anyone would
notice if she jumped. Admiring the same raindrops,
crashing and splashing like a continuous flow from an
unseen faucet above, she is alone, as always. She has
spent most of her life this way, waiting for people to
notice her; they never have.
When she was the top student at Morris Elementary
School, no one noticed. When she got a 1530 on her SAT’s,
no one noticed. When she moved out of her abusive
father’s house so she wouldn’t get beaten and touched
anymore, no one noticed. When she put herself through
college, and graduated as the valedictorian at Smith, no
one noticed. Now, when she sulks around this enormous
office, no one notices. She spends her days in the
basement, managing all of the paper work coming in from
17 different branches; but no one notices. She’s still
just a vice president, when she does more work than any
given three executives combined. She spends the entire
day working alongside people that don’t even seem to see
Every day is the same: she comes to work, dressed in her
jet-black suit, with her hair tied in a tidy bun, a
doorknob of hair on the back of her head. It’s two in
the morning and she’s still working, but no one will
notice tomorrow. No one will realize that without her
this company would fall apart.
If only these windows could open, she thinks as she
looks from the random office down to the entryway. If
only these windows could open, then they’d see her. If
only these windows could open, she wouldn’t have to feel
like this anymore. She wipes the tears from her eyes and
heads back to the basement, where mountains of papers
await at her desk.
--- 3 ---
Down below the sky
caressing office, a lone man walks, assaulted by the
million soldiers of water that make suicide dives at him
from above. He can’t tell if he’s still crying or if the
rain has simply become a permanent fixture on his face.
His brain is working overtime, as shown by the confused
expression laid across his face. How? He wonders. How
could this happen?
Everything had been so amazing. He got married a year
ago and was awaiting the birth of his first child. He
finally got the big promotion at work. He had just
bought a beautiful, new house with four bedrooms, a
beautiful back yard, and a white fence, to keep the
forthcoming kids and pets safe. He had finally achieved
his childhood dream; he had finally built the life he
pictured since he was ten. How could things go wrong?
The same questions pound in his head as he walks into
the oncoming rain, wearing his favorite t-shirt and the
pair of jeans his wife had bought him for his birthday,
last week. He asks himself all these questions while he
walks, and grips the steel handle of the nine-millimeter
pistol clenched in his left hand.
He can barely see through the rain, but he can’t close
his eyes. Every time they shut, he sees his wife, and
his brother. His wife’s naked body cuddled against his
brother’s, in his bed. His bed! He can’t close his eyes,
so he just keeps walking. Keeps thinking. Keeps
clenching his gun, wondering what comes next.
complete story can now be found in Bright Light
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Editor: "When It Rain
It Pours" is a wonderful story – in fact, we like it so
much, we chose it to go into our book about the joys and
wonder of love – “Speaking of Love”. If you know someone
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