Just a Short Story #3 In The Rain
It was heavy rain. I saw a girl who was strongly complaining to her boyfriend. Her voice was so loud because I heard it through my hooded raincoat and the sound of the heavy rain.
The boy was sharing his small folding umbrella with her. But they were both getting wet because the umbrella was too small for both of them. It was useless. I understood his tenderness, and I hoped she would stop complaining and notice his kindness.
But more than that, I really wanted her to notice that she was holding her own big umbrella with her left arm. She should have used it for herself instead of sharing her boyfriend's umbrella.
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