As the cab came to a stop, she hesitantly looked out the window. The rain was coming down in sheets, and she had left her umbrella at the office. She dreaded what others might think of her if they were to see her so disheveled. The man sitting next to her ran to her side of the cab and opened the door, holding out his coat as an umbrella. “What are you doing? Are you crazy?” He stared at her blankly, “Think what you will, but right now I’m the best thing you got against this rain.” She let out a tired sigh, and got underneath the jacket. Reaching the other side of the street they took shelter beneath a storefront awning. “You are certifiably insane! You’re soaked from head to toe!” “I know aint it great,” flashing her a toothy grin. She shot him a bewildered look through pale blue eyes that nearly matched the gray sky above. “Let’s grab a bite to eat. I know this great little place just around the corner,” pointing as he spoke. “I don’t even know who you are, or even your name...
Original stories and poems by Patrick James