Turn Right at the Willow

by Collosus

It rains in Silvertown on more days than most can count. And though it's a poor little place, filled with people who'd die for the chance to leave and never look back, it's a place they can call home. A real home too- filled with love and laughter and mistakes big enough to fill the cracks that run rampant upon the streets.

4. Evasion

Chapter 4! :D

Disclaimer: nuttin'

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You let the door swing shut from behind you as you take a minute to open up the umbrella.

It's one of those clear ones- that kind that lets you stare at the rain as it hits the surface of the plastic.

But you're not interested in looking at the rain- because it's sort of a beastly thing that you can certainly live without.

You're speed walking to the car, avoiding the puddles, walking around the mud, and just trying to get inside your car as fast as possible.

And when you're finally in- you shake off the droplets of water and stuff the wet thing in the back seat.

You breathe for a little bit- steadying yourself before you pull out of the driveway.

Then your pocket starts buzzing, and you take the small phone out to observe who's trying to call you.

And then you notice it's her.

A huge smile makes your mouth twitch uncomfortably, and you hold the phone up to your ear.

Her voice lulls you- it's beautiful-

and

soft-

-wonderful.