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Turnbull; RP-Verse; G; 104 words; 19. Worse for the wear.
The shanty was old and poorly upkept and he was still in the process of patching every part of the roof that needed it, which naturally meant that a storm should pass over them and quite unceremoniously drown the repairs Renfield had made.
Life was raining on him as he slept.
His eyes were closed, and he let it fall through the newly-made hole. Warm. Thundering, outside, the kind that vibrated the timbers of the shanty and was felt all through his chest. It smelled of humidity and summer.
His bedding was soaking through as the hole widened, and so was he, but he let it fall.
He felt alive.
The shanty was old and poorly upkept and he was still in the process of patching every part of the roof that needed it, which naturally meant that a storm should pass over them and quite unceremoniously drown the repairs Renfield had made.
Life was raining on him as he slept.
His eyes were closed, and he let it fall through the newly-made hole. Warm. Thundering, outside, the kind that vibrated the timbers of the shanty and was felt all through his chest. It smelled of humidity and summer.
His bedding was soaking through as the hole widened, and so was he, but he let it fall.
He felt alive.