. . .And Then There Was Rain (Part 4, page 1 of 3)


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Part 4

Part 4

I didn't have to wonder anymore who it was, lyin' in a puddle of blood in the alleyway.

I looked at my sweet little Janie on the ground in that filthy alleyway, blood all over her uniform. I tell ya It broke my heart to see her that way.

A wave of cold flushed down my face; my throat felt like the desert floor; my hands were numb; I couldn't feel my body anymore; HECK, I couldn't feel anything.

I guess I must've been in shock or somethin.'

It was like time had just suddenly took the day off.

I must've been cryin' cause I vaguely remember hearin' some woman behind me somewhere in the crowd whisperin';--

"Look he's cryin,' why doesn't he go to her, at least try to help her? He must be in shock. He's the fiance right?"

Why don't I at least try to help her, she says. What good would it do her now? It was too late to do anything at all; it was hopeless.

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