Ficlet: Rain
Another one already. *Grins*
66. Rain
He pulled his oiled leather cape tight around him, tipping his head at just the right angle to keep the water running down his back, missing his neck completely. The night was silent. Silent and dark, an isolated world. His own world.
A doorway beckoned invitingly, and he slipped into its comfortable shelter. A flare of light blossomed in the darkness. He gratefully breathed in the warm smoke of his cigar, stealing a moment of peace from the city. Why keep it if not to enjoy it? The rain beat down around his shallow nook, splashing up onto his legs. He huddled further in shrugged his cloak into a better position. After a few moments, the cigar fell into a puddle and he moved on.
The night opened its arms to him, welcoming, albeit damp. And he went to it gladly.
These were the times he lived for.
66. Rain
He pulled his oiled leather cape tight around him, tipping his head at just the right angle to keep the water running down his back, missing his neck completely. The night was silent. Silent and dark, an isolated world. His own world.
A doorway beckoned invitingly, and he slipped into its comfortable shelter. A flare of light blossomed in the darkness. He gratefully breathed in the warm smoke of his cigar, stealing a moment of peace from the city. Why keep it if not to enjoy it? The rain beat down around his shallow nook, splashing up onto his legs. He huddled further in shrugged his cloak into a better position. After a few moments, the cigar fell into a puddle and he moved on.
The night opened its arms to him, welcoming, albeit damp. And he went to it gladly.
These were the times he lived for.