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Even After the Rain

Jeshea is a graduate of honors BA in English and is a freelance writer.

The sky is dark and the rain starts to pour, and I am not bothered because I am prepared. In this country, it is a must to always have an umbrella with you- rain or shine.

But I curse myself as the bus stops and I realize that I have left mine just when I need it.

I tell myself it’s no matter. I can probably hail a taxi as soon as I get off the bus, and I hope it doesn’t rain harder. I am already feeling light headed because of the flu, and the usual Manila traffic isn’t helping either.

“Miss! Wait!”

I pretend not to hear, but the footsteps behind me catches up and I am suddenly shielded from the rain. I look up and see a smiling face, holding an umbrella on both of our heads.

“Hi.. Sorry, but maybe I can help you get a cab? Or walk you to where you’ll go? You might get sick if you get caught in the rain..”

Same scenario of how we met before, and today is your fifth year death anniversary. He has the same eyes as you, warm and kind, and I’ve noticed the law books he was carrying. You’ve always wanted to be a lawyer.

I thought I’ve forgotten you, but here you are again, reminding me of your last words.

I’ll always be there when you need me.


Jeshea Pineda (author) from United Arab Emirates on February 02, 2020:

Thank you Lorna! I must admit, I'm not the type who can write long articles so I try to shorten them.

Lorna Lamon on February 02, 2020:

How touching Jeshea. You have managed to say so much in this short story. Just lovely.

Jeshea Pineda (author) from United Arab Emirates on February 01, 2020:

Thank you Bushra!

Anya Ali from Rabwah, Pakistan on February 01, 2020:

Poignant! Well-written!

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