Was thinking up stuff to Tweet and stumbled across an opening line of a story. Then the thought: Why not blog short stories of 140 words (or less). So here it stands.
Once upon a time there was a city in which it rained every single day of the year except for one.
On this one special day, people all over the city would stop doing just to bask in the difference.
It was different, this city. They were a people of violence and chaos. But on this day they stilled, halted, and their faces turn upwards to the sunlight.
Tomorrow blood would be shed. Tomorrow anger would again rear and roar. Tomorrow the rain would fall and wash away the purity of this one day.
One child remembers. She remembers the one day. And the hope that sparks in that little child’s heart is the same hope in a man dying of thirst who sees water ahead.
It is the hope of life. Of light. Of a day without rain.
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