October 30th, 2006

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Drabble: Rubber Boots and Birthdays

For the darling rose_sous_globe, my lovely roommate, who has just marked off another year. 'Birthday' was a given, but I'm not sure why my brain produced 'rubber boots' to go with it. Ah, well. The mind is a strange and wondrous thing, as is the soul. And many other objects, such as grilled cheese sandwiches.

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When It Rains. . . .

She almost cried when she realized it was raining on her birthday. It was supposed to be sunny and warm and all, and instead it was cold and wet and dreary. Staying in bed all day sounded very nice. That and popcorn. Maybe some hot chocolate.

Still in pajamas, she wandered down to the kitchen, pretending half-heartedly that it wasn’t actually raining. It actually wasn’t, really. Just sort of misting. Although at some point it had rained hard enough to leave gigantic puddles all over the driveway. . . .

The rest of the morning was spent stomping around outside in rubber boots.