The sky opened up, and the rain poured down hard. In an instant, Gary was drenched from head to toe. Before he could fiddle with his umbrella to successfully get it open, Gary was a wet mop. On rainy days, the colourless industrial buildings of the city blended into the skyline, turning everything into a single streak of lifeless grey. Gary debated in his own mind if he should even bother with the umbrella anymore; he wasn’t going to get any wetter than he already was.
This was so creative, I loved it!
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This story was inspired by a writing prompt from Valorie Clark's Substack: https://valorieclark.substack.com/p/weekly-writing-prompt-14?utm_source=email
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