The End of One Rain
Trent Walters
A fter forty days and forty nights, the rain stopped. By noon we had gathered for a picnic where the mighty Mississippi met the Missouri in St. Louis, under the arch.
Spreading out the blanket while I found the wine and cheese, Plain Jane remarked, pointing, "The city just disappeared into a drain!" Sure enough, picking through the mob, I saw--slumped to my rump at the roots of a pine tree--but couldn't believe...
The people cheered and toasted, wine glasses chimed, throats purred, tails wagged. The people cheered, "No more fighting, no more wars!" I stood up and said, "I am appalled. Though they were different, their difference made us stronger." Plain Jane remarked, pointing, "Would you like to join them, Paul," and shoved. I was swept away but caught myself on a sewer lid.
I was forced to choose: I could either lose my self in my own kind or live apart with strangers.
What could I do?
I let go.



First published: October 1997
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