God thought it would be nice to shower the town. Texas had suffered another scorching summer. No one expected such rain, so many walked without umbrellas along the sidewalks getting soaked. It was an excuse to play in the rain.
Note: I started this story without a clue where it would go. Needless to say, it went nowhere. I got distracted with another story as it often happens and realized that this was more of an exercise than anything. The themes of war, bureaucracy, complacency, and pure “bovine stercus” (aka bullshit) are embraced, and continue in my writings.
in an attempt to create his masterpiece, joey found himself paralyzed, unable to even jot down another letter. every story and character he’d invented filled his mind to capacity.