Short Story Sunday - Part III

When one's heart is irreparably broken, sometimes the mind does not lag very far behind.



The Falling Rain

By Roy L. Pickering Jr.
Copyright held by Roy L. Pickering Jr.




The rain started on the day of Billy's funeral. It was neither a drizzle nor a downpour, but instead fell at the intermediate tempo of a long distance runner with half the race behind him, the tough part still to be run. The drops appeared fat, as if pregnant with future torrents. Perhaps they each held grandiose dreams for their fut