Jyme Pride
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Some people form love affairs with numbers. Others, it's music, sports, money or fame. From an early age, mine has been words. Oftentimes, it's words that makes a person . . . .
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AND THAT VERY day it rained. No, not the fine cold drizzle common for this time of year in late November, with the air chilled to a crisp and a mist so fine you can wave your hand through it and not feel wet. Today’s rain was different, and Bryan was aware of it the instant he cracked his eyes and squinted at the curtains. It was an all-out downpour moving swiftly, and strong. Big angry raindrops pushed by wind, splashed on rooftops, pavement, cars; slamming hard like pebbles against Bryan’s windowpanes as he lay listening to its noise. He knew today was going to be messy.
By Jyme Pride5 years ago in Families
