A short story about rain.

my name is Casey Donahue. I make movies and I write stuff. Sometimes I make movies and write stuff for The Upright Citizen's Brigade. My mom thinks I am very talented. You can hire me!

Oct
15th

A short story about rain.

It was raining hard that November evening.

“I’m sorry for everything!” I yelled to her over the rain.

“It doesn’t matter!” She yelled to me.

We looked at each other for a bit while standing in the rain.

I kissed her. We kissed for a very very long time.

We stopped kissing and I held her in my arms while it rained on us.

A week later I had a bad cold and she died of pneumonia.

Read all of my short stories at thecaseydonahue.com/shortstories.