Summer's Thin
The weather weren’t nice that day. I remember it like it were yesterday, it was the sort of weather you’d expect if were in a rainforest, somewhere foreign. Like those books you read where people’s homes are destroyed by all the water. I had to walk through it too. The rain hit up off the ground into my face like it missed its target on the way down. I only remember the rain so damn well because I saw that girl. Abandoned probably, an unwanted baby left to live out on the streets like so many other helpless sorry sacks. I felt for that kid. She looked like a rat, no girl that young should be left as a rat, not before they had a chance to live. But that was just that. I would’ve helped her, but I wasn’t a Samaritan, and I had a job to go do. So in another room with another girl, this one older, but I wouldn’t say that much older than the one on the street. Summer. I reluctantly stole a kiss. Her hair smelt caught between my ...