Raindrops

Obrázek uživatele Karin Schecter
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Victor was standing on the street, looking up. Two floors, square windows with light brown frames and big intimidating wooden door.
Was his mother still awake? Did she tell his father? Is he going to be able to come home after that?
He was cold and freezing. It was raining heavily and he couldn't find a cab. He could see lightning cut through the black sky. The rumbling noise afterwards startled him. It was close. Like a drum, mourning a dead person.
His skin was still sensitive from all those kisses. Touches.
He turned around. He can't come home tonight.

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