A short story to start it off. Let me know what you think.
It appears she invented the rain. A movie and a couple of stray thoughts,
that’s all it took to give me an idea. And once planted it bloomed during
something ordinary like waiting on a traffic light to turn green again.
Humor me and imagine a hero, he can be lost in the city, exactly like mine is
just now. You can make him your own later on, I don’t mind. Anyway, mine was
trotting down the street with a purpose, he seemed determined. Thy sky
was light blue and let through a fair amount of light which illuminated his
way as if he was on a stage.
His thoughts were clear as well, he remembered it alright, and he had
a clear purpose to get to her and tell her everything. Things to say were
lining up in his head in straight lines, easy to comprehend. Once every
couple of minutes he shot upward glances towards the sky and looked
more and more worried.
The city was swollen with people, the traffic on sidewalks momentarily
congested and halted. Some shouldered their way out, some stood still
and patiently waited for an old lady to step aside or for the young student
to pick up her things. Helping her chase down all her papers would be out
of the question on a day like this.
As if taking a cue from the streets and sidewalks beneath it the sky decided
to frown and shortly the clear and almost iridescent blue has liaised with
blurry grey. The man saw it and hastened his step. He crossed the street
without waiting for the light to turn green, passed vistas of colorful shops
and turned left, past a big cinema. All the straight lines in his head began
to tangle and traitorously weave with questions that a couple of hours ago
were utterly unnecessary. Ideas and concepts lost their sharpness,
and suddenly harm seemed more serious, and all the wounds seemed deeper.
Rationalisation came at a higher price.
The sky looked like a wet rag still dripping with dirty water. It held
a promise of rain and sadness which couldn’t be avoided. He was ready for
the rain, and so he stood up the high collar of his jacket. To avoid stray drops,
he walked close to shop windows. At that moment his thoughts were a nest
of writhing snakes, all hissing at each other and allowing the self to have only
the most venomous and darkest ones. He saw first drops land and crash on
the roofs of the cars and had to hurry up even more. He was now driven by anger
and revenge, he wanted to see her, to shout at her and absorb her reaction.
Finally, he saw the glowing sign and a tail of a short queue. It was for the train tickets,
what is more, it was forming under a small roof sheltering everyone from the upcoming rain.
He joined it and impatiently waited as it moved. His eyes were drilling into the back of a tall man
standing in from of him and obscuring all view. I know it because it was me,
I took shelter there as well. I also wanted to go on that train.
Everything in him came to a boil as rain fell from the sky. All went dark.
As I heard him mutter something under his breath, I turned to see a man with sadness
in his eyes.
At that moment another person came and tried to shoulder his way through
the crowd knocking the man off his feet. He fell down waving his hands comically.
His head landed on the pavement outside the roof, and a drop of rain landed on his
forehead with a splash. For a moment there was nothing, then at once sadness
departed from his face, wrinkles under his eyes relaxed, and he moaned silently.
Somebody rushed to help him stand up, but he was already up on his feet.
His gaze was clear and showed no intention of going after the person who pushed him.
He rejoined the queue and waited thinking of a song or maybe a movie.
The movie was about trivial things, relations falling apart and anger between people.