Small Stone – 6th February

Rain. Rain. Endless rain. Dark and dreary drizzle. Where does it come from? And where does it go? But what puzzles me most on days like these is where do all those cars come from? As soon as more than three drops of water descend, the roads are awash with vehicles. Lights blazing. Wipers swishing. Surely, when it’s fine, those people occupying those cars don’t walk. So, where do they come from? Where do they go?

Driving Rain… Image from: http://img.rt.com

About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on Niume.com.
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One Response to Small Stone – 6th February

  1. SM Jenkin says:

    Yes, where do they all come from? Where do they all go? Nice aural work, I can hear the wipers working

    Like

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