Saving Rain

by Kelsey Kingsley

So, I began my life in River Canyon. And like many things worth having, it didn’t come easily at first. My first day of work was going well enough. There was nothing difficult about pushing a broom and making sure the toilet flushed properly. But if anything got under my skin, it was the whispers. Not even the curious and accusing looks could compete with the whispers. “What happened to his face?” “How many people do you think he killed?” “What the hell was Mayor Fischer thinking?” I thought what got to me the most was, I knew my name was public knowledge, and so was my record. I was sure every one of them had a phone they could use to look me up and find out exactly what had happened and what I’d done. But no. People preferred to speculate; they preferred to talk. All because it was more interesting than the truth. I got through it though,