Rain (A Valentine’s Story)

cupidBabel stared at the computer screen with her large brown eyes, wondering how to phrase the email. It was raining outside, which had unfortunately brought Melancholy knocking on the door with a tub of ice cream and a crappy romantic comedy. And naturally, she had invited him in with open arms.

That meant Logic went out of the window and fell face-first onto the cold, street floor below. But he was used to that kind of treatment so he picked himself up, dusted himself off, and made his way into the bar on the corner. He wondered if Juliette was on her shift tonight. At first he felt fairly confident she would be because he knew that she was always in on Fridays. But after an hour at the bar, he began to doubt himself. The unfortunate thing about Logic was that he had broken up with Self-Confidence a while back, and now they couldn’t even be in the same room together.

Whatever happened though, Logic knew that in the morning he would turn up on the doorstep of Babel’s apartment, still slightly drunk from the night before, and he would have the pleasure of going over all the stupid things she had done while he had been away.

Sadly, in the absence of Logic and Clear Thinking (who had gone bowling when Babel had started gorging on the ice-cream), she was regretting that she had recently split up with her idiot ex-boyfriend, for reasons which now seemed quite childish. The main reason was that the grey, rainy evenings reminded her of the times they had spent together. But the irony was lost on her, that “dull and miserable” were the two words she most associated with her “happy” relationship, so she just sat there, attempting to compose a heart-warming message which would send him scurrying back into her arms.

What to say though?

“Hey it’s raining, and for some reason I started thinking about you and about when we were together. I know this is completely out of the blue, but… do you think we could put the past behind us and work something out?”

At least, that’s what she wanted to write. But Babel’s stubborn nature wouldn’t let her. True, she craved his presence. And true, the rain reminded her of him. And she really did want things back the way they were. But she just couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling of resentment she felt towards him. He had been a real ass. And even if she forgave him, he would still be an ass.

After much internal wrangling, Babel punched out a single sentence and hit send.

“It’s raining and I hate you.”

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4 Comments on “Rain (A Valentine’s Story)”

  1. I like how you personify things like Logic and Melancholy. Easily my favorite sentence is: “It was raining outside, which had unfortunately brought Melancholy knocking on the door with a tub of ice cream and a crappy romantic comedy.”

    Also, the end is perfect. The character is obviously conflicted and the punchline is satisfying.

    Can’t wait to read more!

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    • Shake It Up, Willie! says:

      Thanks, Elizabeth. I really appreciate it. I’m still trying to get the hang of the thing (the writing thing as well as the WordPress thing) and this is my first attempt at cobbling words together so your feedback is excellent. Gimme more, even if you hate what I’ve written! I’m hoping to post a few more bits and pieces soon.

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  2. wlouison says:

    This was really different, really fun and really intelligent. I like your phrasing and the characterization was spot on. I chuckled at many parts, especially the end, so I liked it. Great story. I found your blog through Twitter and I can;’t wait to read more.

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