A Day Apart
Earlier that day he had found a well-worn paper-back, stuffed tightly behind those already on the shelf. He had removed the book, blowing dust from it, then read its title: A Day Apart.
He had held the book with it resting on the palm of his right hand, his fingertips supporting the cover. Then as the pages fluttered open, the book fell to the pages read most open.
'As the warm rain fell lightly on his forehead, the young man looked up at the bright blue sky. There was hardly a cloud in sight, yet still the rain continued to fall, as it had for several hours and he thought to himself, “Why does it always seem to land on me?”'
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