The First Meeting"The First Meeting"The First Meeting by ~pyromaniac8390
Rain, cool, wet, misting rain. Underneath the bridge it was damp, but not too bad. Out across the river she could see the line between mist and down pour. It was when this line of water hit the bridge that he would come down. The train that would cross would narrowly miss him, the operator would honk his horn and he would jump down to where she waited for him.
This dream had played over and over again. In the morning her father had two cups of coffee, and had worn his purple tie. Her sister had asked for the car, and their mother had given in. The rain had started to as she had walked out of school to the rail road