Week 2 Challenge

Hey, we had four stories from last week’s prompt:

https://brynnstein2.wordpress.com/2013/07/04/weekly-challenge-prompt-1/

Life-form by kims writing again

Untitled story by andrea speed

Untitled story by Layla Lawlor

Beach Blues by Sophie Bonaste

Thanks to everyone for playing.

This week’s prompt:

A rainy day.

 

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    Rafa exited the elevator and froze. He stood in the lobby of the Singleton Savings and Loan building and stared in disbelief at what he saw through the wall-to-wall windows. Apparently during his ride from the thirty-fourth floor to the first, the summer skies had opened up, and a deluge was currently sweeping the city’s filth downstream. Through the sheeting water on the windows he could see blurry figures rushing by, clutching their jackets around them, fighting to hang on to their inverted umbrellas, or chasing documents that had been ripped from their grasps.

    As he slowly neared the front exit, a strong wind slammed into the windows, making them thunder and startling the two guards on duty as well as the tellers and several customers, customers who were filling out their deposit or withdraw slips a bit more slowly as they bought time to avoid exiting. His friend Betty was meeting him at Della’s, just four blocks west, for drinks and to introduce him to a friend of a friend she thought he might like. He hoped the guy wasn’t just the only other gay man she knew, but Rafa showing up looking like a soggy mess wasn’t going to make the best impression. He glanced at his watch and saw he was already five minutes late. He dropped his briefcase and stood, his nose just one inch from the glass, and gazed at the torrential ridiculousness of the situation. Surely, they’ll understand.

    “It’s coming down so hard, I thought for sure it wouldn’t last, and I could wait it out, but….” a deep voice said on his left.

    “Huh?” Rafa asked, turning to look at the dark-haired stranger beside him and then turning back to the window and all the water in the world. “Oh… yeah,” he agreed with a sad nod, “I guess we’re all stuck for now.” His heart skipped a bit, pulse quickening, and he turned back to take a closer look at the handsome man beside him. He was a bit taller than Rafa, and his green eyes were taking him in as well, a smile playing at his lips.

    “Clark,” the man said, extending his hand.

    “Rafa,” he said, accepting it and grinning at the size and warmth of his new acquaintance’s grip.

    Clark lifted the large black umbrella in his other hand. “Wanna share? I’ve got somewhere to be, and I’d hate to leave you stranded.” He glanced out the windows. “Plus, I’m not sure I want to brave that all on my own.”

    “We might be going in opposite directions,” Rafa said, puzzlement furrowing his brow.

    “I’m turning right. How about you?”

    “The same.”

    Clark grinned. “I’m going four blocks.”

    Rafa smiled broadly. “So am I.”

    Clark laughed. “Are you just saying that?”

    “No! No. Really.” Rafa chuckled.

    “You game?” Clark asked, readying his umbrella.

    Rafa nodded, and the two pushed through the revolving doors separately. He joined Clark on the outside and stood close as the man opened the umbrella. He caught a light scent of cologne, something woodsy, as he tentatively wrapped an arm around Clark’s waist, and Clark did the same to him, but pulling Rafa more firmly against his powerful form, a form the business suit did little to camouflage.

    “Ready?” Clark asked.

    “Let’s do it!”

    They sprang forward and ran in perfect synchronization through the puddles and clusters of soggy, miserable people. Rafa felt buoyed and happy and light, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling and then laughing out loud, even more so when Clark did the same. They reached the protection of the awning in front of Della’s with squishy shoes and damp pants legs.

    “This is me,” Rafa said, feeling a bit sad at the prospect of saying farewell to Clark. Maybe he could get his number, though that might be considered bad form since he was about to begin a bit of a blind date.

    “Oh? Me too,” Clark said as he shook off the umbrella and closed it. “I’m meeting—”

    “A friend of a friend?” Rafa finished for him. Please, please, please.

    Clark grinned, confused amusement in his eyes. “Yeah…. Her name’s—”

    “Betty?”

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  3. Kitty Cornered

    The rain had fallen for days, a sullen late-autumn rain, cascading from gutters and downspouts, swirling in storm drains.

    Naveen stepped around a puddle, hunched under his umbrella and mostly focused on getting to the office without getting his shoes wet. He wouldn’t have heard the sound, except for a momentary lull in traffic as the light changed. It was small and high-pitched and came from behind a Dumpster. His first, horrified thought was that it sounded like a baby crying, and that was what made him look, though he realized even as he leaned over to look that a baby would never have fit back here.

    There was a shoebox with a newspaper over it, and in the box were two kittens, one gray tabby and one black tuxedo. From their bedraggled and miserable state, it was clear that they’d been there for a while. A hand-printed sheet of paper lay next to the box, half-in and half-out of an oil-slicked puddle. It said FREE KITTENS in water-smeared letters.

    There were times, Naveen thought wearily, that he wanted to resign from the human race.

    He tucked his umbrella in the crook of his arm and picked them up. They put up a cursory struggle, but were too tired and cold to offer much resistance. Naveen tucked them both into the pocket of his coat, where they struggled over each other, squishily. It felt very strange, their little bodies squirming against his hip.

    So now what? he asked himself. He couldn’t just walk into the office with a pocket full of wet kitten. On the other hand … he was only a few doors down from the ad agency. He could put in a half day, maybe stash the kittens in a drawer of his desk — just long enough to put the finishing touches on the presentation for GreenDyne, and then he could take some personal time, go drop the kittens off at a shelter, and wash his hands of the whole situation.

    At least that was the plan.

    “Nice weather,” April said when he dripped his way into his cubicle. “I’m thinking about building an ark.”

    The cubicle walls in Dempsey & Limfenheim were arranged into small workgroups of three or four people. The third member of their group, Kim, appeared to be out today, which was good; normally Naveen liked his cubicle mates, but right now he was busy concentrating on using sleight of hand to transfer the kittens from his pocket to his desk’s bottom file drawer. Instead he dropped the gray tabby into the wastebasket. They both set up a frantic squeaking.

    “Is that a pocket full of kittens,” April said, “or are you just happy to –”

    “I will literally pay you five dollars not to say what you’re about to say.”

    April grinned. It was all play; Naveen happened to know she was married — he’d met her wife at the last company picnic. She bent over the wastebasket and scooped out the victim.

    “I assume there’s a story here, Naveen.”

    He told her where he’d found them, and she agreed that he’d had no choice.

    “But really, they should be taken to a vet,” April said, holding the tabby in her lab. They had dried out, for the most part, and gotten fluffy. “They need to be kept warm and fed. And they might have fleas.”

    Naveen hadn’t thought about the last part. He plucked the tuxedo kitty out of his pocket and looked at it accusingly. It curled up in his hands. Stupid adorable kitten.

    Should we feed them?” he asked, worried. “I thought I’d just keep them in my cubicle somewhere ’til I can duck out of the office and take them to the shelter.” At her horrified look, he amended, “To the vet, I mean.” He wasn’t keen on the idea of dropping them off at the shelter either. Still, he couldn’t keep them; his apartment didn’t allow pets.

    Although … he’d been thinking about moving somewhere better, and some of his possibilities were pets-allowed …

    This was not a good road for his thoughts to go down.

    April vanished in the direction of the coffee machine and came back, beaming, with a handful of creamers. Naveen emptied out his paper clips and the two of them popped open little creamer containers until there was a reasonable puddle of half’n’half. The kittens were definitely interested.

    “Not getting a whole lot of work done on the GreenDyne proposal,” April remarked. They had their heads together over the kittens.

    “Not really, no.”

    April was petting the gray tabby again. Naveen touched the tuxedo cat’s spine with his thumb, and felt it arch against him, so fragile and tiny. And he knew he was doomed. There was definitely a new, pets-allowed apartment in his future.

  4. Awww. That’s adorable.

    My favorite lines:
    He couldn’t just walk into the office with a pocket full of wet kitten.
    “Is that a pocket full of kittens,” April said, “or are you just happy to –”
    “I will literally pay you five dollars not to say what you’re about to say.”

  5. Making It Work

    Well, that kills that, Cameron thought as he stared out the sliding glass patio door. The rain was steadily hitting the metal railing that jutted out near the edge of the old brick apartment building. The weather report had said that it was going to be a nice day with only the chance of a passing shower. Of all the days for them to be wrong!

    Brody was supposed to be here in ten minutes to pick him up for their date. The only problem was that they were supposed to go hiking. Brody told him to pack some hiking gear and a swimsuit because he knew a great spot with a secluded lake where they could go. It had sounded like so much fun.

    Brody and Cameron had met about two months ago at a hiking group meeting. The two hit it off immediately and starting dating. They quickly discovered after one dinner date that neither one of them really liked being inside. They both were inside enough with their jobs: Brody as a doctor and Cameron as a sous chef in a local Italian restaurant. Ever since that first date, all of their planned activities involved being outside.

    But now the rain had spoiled that. It was not lighting, but it would still make for dangerous hiking conditions. Especially considering the difficulty of their hikes lately. Cameron was debating calling Brody to see what else he wanted to do when his cell phone buzzed from inside his jean pocket.

    Taking it out, Cameron saw that he had a text from Brody. It was a simple message, just reminding Cameron to bring his swim trunks. But it confused Cameron. Surely they were not going to go hiking in this. Were they?

    Cameron was still trying to figure his boyfriend out when he got another text, informing him that Brody was outside waiting for him. Shrugging, Cameron grabbed the black book bag he had packed earlier in the morning and headed out of his two-bedroom apartment.

    Brody was waiting for Cameron in his 2009 Chevy Cobalt. He looked as great as ever with his floppy black hair draped over his smother shaven cheeks. But what confused Cameron was how he was dressed. He was wearing a pair of casual plaid shorts with a blue T-shirt that stretched over his slightly muscled form. And were those flip-flops?

    “Hey, baby,” Brody said as he casually leaned over to kiss Cameron.

    “Hey,” Cameron replied as he settled his tall frame in the passenger seat. “So what are you wearing?”
    “What? You don’t like.”

    “No, it is not that. But I don’t think that we can go hiking with you wearing that.”

    Brody laughed. “Cam, we can’t go hiking in this. And you know it. No, I have other plans.”

    Cameron gave his man a curious look, but sighed as Brody turned away shifting the car into drive. He knew that he was never going to get an answer now. Brody was a huge supporter of surprises.

    Brody kept driving outside of Philadelphia towards his unknown destination. Cameron, for his part, allowed his curiosity to die down and started enjoying his time with Brody. Their schedules did not always allow them to share a ton of time together. Soon they were talking about funny things that happened at work, what was going on with friends and family and all the other components of their lives. Cameron found that he was having such a good time that he did not care if they ever stopped.

    Of course, their talk did end when Brody pulled his car into a massive parking lot. Cameron looked around and quickly figured out where they were.

    “You brought us to an amusement park?!”

    “Trust me.”

    Cameron gave Brody a wary look as his boyfriend parked the car. Nevertheless, as soon as the engine was cut, Cameron was grabbing his bag. It was a little scary, but he was quickly getting to the point where he would follow Brody to the end of the Earth.

    Brody led Cameron to the front of the park, the rain starting to soak their clothes. After quite a bit of protest over the money end, Brody paid for two day-passes and led Cameron into the park.

    From what Cameron could see just inside the gate, it was a very nice amusement park. The giant Merry-Go-Round sat in the middle of the fairway, which was lined with stores and restaurants. Giant metal roller coasters sprang up in the sky, making Cameron’s heart race. He had never been much of a roller coaster fan.

    Thinking that he should probably explain that, Cameron turned to Brody only to see his man walking off to the right.

    “Brody?”

    “Come on!”

    Cameron followed Brody off the fairway onto another major walkway. After a few steps, Cameron realized where they were going.

    “You took me to a water park?”

    “Absolutely. Haven’t you ever been to a water park on a rainy day?”

    Cameron shook his head.

    Brody smiled. “Then you are in for a real treat. Come on. You are being very slow and we need to get changed.”

    Cameron, still skeptical, followed Brody into the park. They quickly got changed and stashed their clothes in a rented locker.

    That done, Brody led Cameron to one of the water slides near their locker. They quickly grabbed an inner tube and carried them up the massive metal staircase.

    “There is no line,” Cameron remarked, as they reached the top.

    “Of course not. It is raining,” Brody said with a smile.

    “You knew this.”

    “Yeah. No one wants to go to an amusement park if it is raining, so there are no lines. But it does not matter of you go to a water park, because the whole goal is to get wet anyway. As long as it does not thunder, you are safe. Most people don’t think about that.”

    “You are a genius,” Cameron said, giving his man a gentle kiss on the lips.

    “And you are just learning this?”

    Laughing, the men set their tubes in adjoining tubes and pushed off down the slide. Cameron forgot how awesome it felt to go down a water slide.

    Luckily for him, he had the chance to remember that time and time again. Brody and Cameron spent the entire day going up and down the water slides, unimpeded by lines or crowds. It was the most fun that he had in a long time.

    But for Cameron, the best part of the day came right after lunch. The two men decided to take a break from the water slides and take a turn on one of the river rides. Basically, they each got an inner tube and set it on a river that ran around the water park. It did not get its riders very wet, just allowed them a relaxing ride. By that point, the rain had slowed to a drizzle so they were not pelted as they went around the river. But the park was still deserted so they had the best of both worlds. The two men decided to hold hands so that they could ride the river together without the current carrying one tube farther than the other. They went around telling stories and jokes, smiles permanently stuck on their faces. Cameron could not remember a time when he felt more loved.

    Eventually, the rides became tiring and the men changed their clothes so that they could leave the park. The rain had ended, so it seemed appropriate that their day should end at the same time. Cameron had to admit that while he was skeptical at first, he had a great day.

    “Thank you for today,” Cameron said as he and Brody left the park hand-in-hand.

    “You are welcome. I am glad that you enjoyed it. But it is not over yet. I know of a great restaurant around the corner that we can have a great dinner at.”

    Cameron smiled. Brody always thought of everything.

    “Hey, look at that.” Cameron looked up at Brody’s remark to see his boyfriend pointing towards the sky. There was a rainbow in the sky! Cameron always loved rainbows and not just because of what they had come to represent. They always felt refreshing to him.

    “A beautiful end to a beautiful day,” Cameron whispered as he stared at the colors arching in the sky.

    “Never the end,” Brody said turning towards his man. “This is just the beginning.”

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  7. Here is my entry. A little late, but I had a lot of work on this week. It’s also the first thing that I have written in many, many years, so I’ve been a bit nervous about doing it. But here goes….

    Raintown
     
    Glasgow isn’t known as ‘Raintown’ for nothing. Whilst the regular and incessant rain seemed to shrink many of the city’s inhabitants, it could on occasion help others to sprout and grow. Mark was a sprouter. At a few inches over six feet he wasn’t excessively tall but he could often check out the dandruff situation of most of a group. Although handy to have this wasn’t exactly the kind of super-power that Mark had been hoping for when he was a kid. As he grew through his teens and into adulthood he understood that being a sprouter had one major drawback. In a city as wet as often as Glasgow the rain brought a particular danger to the tall, which was ‘umbrella-eye’. Today was a day where that danger was going to be particularly prevalent, hunting him down like a shark that had scented blood. Late spring showers meant that as he walked the streets to reach the concert hall at the top of Buchanan Street he’d be dealing with an assault course of pedestrians opening and closing their brollies, then opening them again, all in the flick of a switch on a handle. Just getting up to the top of that street was going to be a challenge. Never mind the other challenge that awaited him when he got there.
     
    Here he was, at the foot of Buchanan Street, Glasgow’s busiest pedestrian street, loitering for a moment Mark considered his options. He set off slow. Taking a few steps he moved to hug the side of the House of Fraser storefront, seeking safety in the notion that frumpy fashion on display would ward off the majority of the Glaswegians strutting their way towards wherever it was they needed to be. He was out of luck. Almost immediately he was caught up in a huddle of women all with an umbrella in hand and all hiding their own heads underneath the shiny, rain slicked protective domes. Any other time he’d have laughed at being surrounded by what looked like a herd of mushrooms moving around him. But not here, not today. This, this all spelled out danger to him. He needed to make it to the top of this street in once piece and unharmed. This called for evasive action.

    “Excuse me” he tried a strong voice as he dodged a multi-striped umbrella. He was roundly ignored as the blunted spikes that tipped each section of the protective dome brushed the shoulder of his jacket. Taking another step forward Mark let his shoulders droop in an effort to shrink his size a little as tried to insert himself into the flow of people heading up the incline of the street. He plodded on for a few feet more. The street was gathering the rain into puddles of all shapes and sizes and as a further attempt at an evasive maneuver he tried to tip-toe through a couple of puddles that others were avoiding, hoping that his shoes would save him from any chance of wet feet and not totally lose their shine. After a couple more steps he turned to his side and shuffled a few paces to let a pram past, its little occupant peering up and grinning at him through a see through plastic cover. So far, so good. As he moved onwards past the clothing stores he moved over to the right side of the street, seeking protection from the rain under the decorative awnings of the Gallery. Mark stopped for a moment to check his watch, he had plenty of time to make it to the top of the street, there was no rush.

    ‘Slow and steady gets the job done’ the old guy standing next to him muttered the advice from under a flat cap. Mark nodded, hoping that a little pep talk would calm him and keep him focussed. He tried a few sayings inside his head as he looked out over the crowd moving past him in a steady stream, some moving uphill, as others flowed downwards. Many with jacket hoods up but most with the dreaded umbrellas shielding their heads, a few remembered to peek from under the rims to see where they were going. This was the key to the ‘Umbrella-Eye’ problem. People were more interested in staying dry and where they were going than in who was around them. He was more interested in not looking like he’d been assaulted by the time he made it to the top of the street.

    Mark pushed off from the building to make it through the next stage of his journey. He had to shimmy himself through a group of schoolgirls as none of them were particularly focused on anyone around them, being much more interested in eyeing the latest sale items in the shop windows by the look of things. This wasn’t a particular challenge though. All he had to do was raise his hand and gently brush aside the umbrellas that were floating in the vicinity of his face. Moving his hand from defence to practical efforts he tugged at his shirt collar and smoothed it into place.
    The next group proved more of challenge though. A group of business men and women, all different heights and all in conversation with each other, were coming towards him. The different heights were the real problem. A true three-dimensional puzzle through which he’d have to squeeze himself without touching the edges, like some of the video games he used to play he’d have to figure it all out as he went. Just like in those games he decided to zoom through and hope for the best. He quickly brushed past the tall man with the red tie, took a side-step past the woman with the black hair and in one step more he’d be past the shorter two men who were checking their phones at the same time as talking football scores. They veered off to his side and made his passage through a clear one. Success. Level Up. He’d made it.

    He was almost half way towards his goal and he’d done well. He was fast approaching the crossing over St Vincent Street, a little break in his journey as he waited for the traffic to stop for the surge of pedestrians to flow over the dividing line. As he waited he reached up and flattened down his damp hair, aiming for tidy not unruly and not quite succeeding, the rain messed up everyone’s hair if you let it. The little-green-man sign lit up and he strode onto the crossing. The crowd coming from North headed towards him and he managed to slip past most of them. Then just as he was hoping to be on the pavement at the other side it happened. Someone slid a little on the wet road and pitched their umbrella towards him. He could see it coming closer and closer and closer, until instead of seeing it he could feel it. It dug in to the skin at the top of his cheek and dragged across it. The umbrella holder nearly toppled over, but Mark held out his hand to steady them and bring them back onto both feet. Not wanting to hold up the traffic he left them to go on their way as he took the last two steps to reach the safety of the pedestrian area again. That’s when he felt the warm trickle down his face. He stopped, brought his hand up to his face and unwittingly smeared the blood there across his cheek. Bringing his hand away again he stood looking a little stunned. He cursed under his breath and looked around wondering where he could go to clean himself up. As he did he caught the eye of a stranger who had crossed with him. A flash of concern appeared on the strangers face. The concern not entirely leaving his face he reached into his coat pocket.

    “You’re bleeding. Here have this” the stranger passed a paper napkin from some coffee shop to him and watched as Mark blotted his cheek with it.

    “What happened?” asked the stranger.

    “Oh, I got caught in the face by someone’s umbrella. Occupational hazard of being so tall.” Mark replied, eyeing the stranger a little. He was tall too, at least six foot tall. With brown hair, friendly brown eyes in an open oval face. A handsome stranger then.

    “Umbrella-eye” Mark continued with his explanation.

    “Umbrella-eye? That’ll be one of Tina Turner’s lesser known Bond themes” said the stranger, a grin beginning to form out of his gently curved lips.

    “Not her biggest hit” Mark smiled in response. Slowly he dabbed at the cut under his eye and brought the napkin away from it to inspect it.

    “How’s it looking?” he asked the handsome stranger.

    “How does it feel?” the stranger responded.

    “Uh, fine” Mark was a little thrown with the unexpected answer. “But how does it look?” he pushed.

    “It looks red. Like blood does” the stranger teased him. Rather unhelpfully in Mark’s opinion.

    “Oh great” he couldn’t hide his disappointment.

    “Hey, it’s ok. The rest of you looks pretty fine to me” the stranger remarked, as he blushed, realising what that could mean. “I mean, the rest of you looks unharmed.” he went on. His eyes looking straight into Mark’s searching for any offense that he might have caused. Seeing none he visibly relaxed and continued.

    “Let me take a look at that” he reached up, took Mark’s chin in his hand and tilted Mark’s head to the side. “All clear, I think” letting go he smiled at Mark.

    “I hope it stops bleeding soon. Maybe you’ll be left with a sexy scar once it heals?” he smiled at Mark. “Right, I must be off, I’m meeting up with a, well, a friend. So best be going. Take care.” and with that the sexy stranger took a few steps backwards, turned on his heels and headed off up the street.

    “Thanks” Mark called out after him as he walked off.

    Mark took a moment to compose himself, taking a couple of deep breaths, flattening out his hands he reached up and then down to smooth his jacket into place and when they reached the hem he tugged on it to make sure it was all wrinkle free, then he set off again too. Now following the sexy stranger who he could see a little in front of him. Well, he could see the broad shoulders taper down to a narrow waist and what seemed like a shapely butt. As a rear view went it was quite a good one Mark thought. The handsome stranger was, well, handsome. He was also just the kind of guy that Mark was hoping to meet one day, the whole tall, dark and handsome deal. But until that day he had to make it to the top of the hill. Gone were his chances of making a good impression physically. He’d be surprised if his potential date didn’t turn tail and run away after one look at his cut face. Oh well, he’d just have to rely on his charming personality instead. If he could acquire one of those in the next couple of hundred feet. He thought that the chances of the shops he passed selling those were quite slim.

    Keeping going, past the entrance to the shopping centre and onwards towards the bank of steps leading up to the concert hall he noticed that his handsome stranger was standing at the top of the steps. It wasn’t an uncommon place for people to arrange to meet. He himself had arranged to meet his date here after all. He started up the steps and nodded shyly to the handsome stranger as he reached the top.

    The handsome stranger sidled over to him. “How’s the cheek?”

    Mark tilted his face so that his cut was on display. “Feels a bit smarty, but I think it’s stopped bleeding. How’s it looking?”

    “Oh, you’ll live.” the stranger flicked his eyes away for a moment then back to face Mark. “So, you’re meeting someone here too” it was half-way between a statement and a question.

    Not quite sure which way to respond Mark went for the simple “Yes”.

    He looked the handsome stranger up and down as quickly as he could, trying to judge how much to reveal. Hell, he could go for it, this guy had already spoken to him, shown concern for him, touched his face and shared a joke with him.

    “Um, I’m supposed to meet a date here. Only trouble is I don’t know what they look like. My friend set us up and was supposed to text me with some details before I got here.” There, he’d said it. Mark let out a puff of air, which stretched his cheek and made his cut sting. Reaching up to his face, he automatically stroked along the length of the cut, just to see if the movement had reopened it.

    “Oh, same here.” the handsome stranger furrowed his brows “Don’t play with it, you might open it up again.” with that he reached out and took Mark’s hand gently in his and pulled it away from his face. He lowered the hand, looked at Mark and continued. “I was told to look out for someone tall, dark and handsome. You kinda fit the bill.”

    With that Mark spluttered. “Oh no!” the exclamation was out before he could stop it. “Oh, bugger it. Here was me hoping not to make an idiot of myself and I’ve gone and ruined it.” that stupid umbrella had undone his plans. “You’re James then?” not giving the handsome stranger time to answer he went on “Sorry for the rubbish first impression. I was hoping to be smart and presentable to meet you. Not this.” he pointed at his face with his free hand, not quite registering that the other hand was still being kept busy.

    “Hey. Didn’t I say that the rest of you looked just fine? Well I wasn’t lying. You do. And yes, I am James. Hello again Mark.” with that James squeezed Mark’s hand and gave him a full on smile.

    “Seems we were meant to meet, one way or another then. Maybe next time you can try not to injure yourself.” James kept the smile on his lips.

    “Oh. Next time.” Mark’s mind was racing way ahead.

    “Well as long as you can hold a conversation and drink coffee without injuring yourself some more, then yes.” James squeezed Mark’s hand again. “Speaking of that, can I take you for some coffee? You can sit down, recover from your trauma and we can get to know each other a bit more.”

    “That would be lovely.” Mark squeezed James’ hand this time, letting him know that the touch was appreciated. He’d tell him later just how much the kindness of strangers was appreciated too.

    “Let’s go then” and with that the two of them turned towards the edge of steps again ready to head off.

    Standing at the top of the steps Mark could see down the entire length of Buchanan Street. From the roof of the subway station at the St Enoch Centre all the way up. Still thronged with a sea of the mushroom umbrellas, dotted with treacherous puddles and slashed by the cross streets crammed with rush hour traffic his journey looked both epic and tiny at the same time. Yet here he was, top of the hill, challenge overcome, a sprouter in the rain of Raintown.

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