Stopping long enough to search the sky for rain clouds, he is glad the only ones in sight are over a distant mountain beyond the waterfall. “I’m glad the weather is holding out,” he thought. Although the air is a little clammy the temperature and the breeze that blows across his face, and ankles make walking more
presence. He had been full of the idea so long, dream it right through to the end,
He could feel her next to him, holding tightly onto his hand as they trekked through the quiet city. The sheer beauty invaded every ounce of his being, filling him with a feeling that could only be described as breathtaking, overwhelming joy. Her smile, beautifully illuminated by the lights around them, refused to dull. The world around them seemed to disappear with every small kiss they stole from each
His mother had warned of rain. It was in the forecast, she had said in her small, fretting voice. She had urged him to wear his raincoat and to take his umbrella, but he had forgotten the umbrella in the rush of leaving, and how he thought of the five blocks he would have to walk from the Omni station to the Century National Bank, and of the morning crowd that would push against him in its hurried dash through the fine mist of the rain that had begun during the train ride from Decatur.
Armed with her best parasol, she left the house after briefly saying goodbye to her extremely distraught father. Their carriage made it’s way to the fair and dropped them at the front, but after less than two hours perusing the grounds, another storm rolled in. The rain came fast and hard, drenching the pair within minutes. They huddled under the scant protection their umbrellas offered while waiting for the coach. Once inside, they giggled and began peeling off their more delicate accessories, gently laying them out while assuring each other the wet would not harm their
I then heard a woman's voice echo through the room. “I see you have made it through my tasks.” She gave an amused chuckle and continued. “You have earned your reward, I will grant you one wish.” I knew instantly what I wanted. “Bring Azes back! Come on what are you waiting for!” She growled then shrieked. “You think you can fool me! Very well you may have the boy back but you will pay the price for attempting to fool me.”
“They did not heed the crashing torrents, and the roar of the elements made her laugh as she
“Wake up, Soldier!” shouted a man. The boy awoke with a start, knocking his drum over in the process. He noticed people bustling about all around him while they pulled on boots and helmets.