In the rain
An old ginger was cleaning up her attic with the help of her granddaughter. The young blonde was taking out the boxes which weren’t needed any more. Though the ginger insisted her daughter that all of her things were important to her, still Bella didn’t listened. And she also made Raven, her granddaughter to help her out in ‘throwing away the junks’. Raven was more than happy to help.
Raven opened another box, looking carefully at each of the items inside. Her raven black eyes gazed in it seconds before, spotting something. Her eyes flicker’s with excitement as she reaches down and pick up an old photo album.
“Nana! Look what I found” the thirteen year old beamed.
The ginger turned around to see her granddaughter who was coming her way with an old slightly torn photo album. The sixty year old looked closely before she realized what it was. A smile appeared in her lips causing a few wrinkles to appear. She sat on an old brown couch nearby, opening it while her granddaughter sat next her.
The first photo came to their view. It was photo of the ginger, in the rain.
“Is that you?” Raven asked.
“Yes” She replied before turning back at the photo.
She held it in her hand, looking it…no remembering that moment, that memory, reliving it once more.
It was a clear day, the sun was shining brightly. Yet she was had an umbrella, her mother has forced her to take it with her. The seventeen year old ginger crossed the road, to reach to the dinner where she worked as a waitress.
She placed the yellow umbrella at the edge off the door and went inside. She said her greetings before getting in to her work. When her shift was finish the sky was dark. But it wasn’t only dark because it was night time but there were also storm clouds covering the beautiful full moon. She said goodbye to her strawberry blonde friend, Lily as they both went opposite directions for their home. Half way there the thunders began to rumble above her as drizzles off rain started to pour over. She was finally glad that her mother had instead her to take the umbrella with her.
She holds it above her head as she desperately tries to open it. Rain began pour faster and in seconds she was all drenched. Her ginger hair was all over her face sticking to it. Her blue top socked and clenched with her body, her boots were also socking in the water.
She tries again and this time the umbrella finally opens. But before lasting even a second it turns upside down.
There was a sound off a flash with a white light coming and gone as fast as it came. She didn’t knew; she only thought of it as it might have been the thunder.
But it wasn’t the thunder but a flash off a camera coming from the ally opposite to her. The moment froze inside of it forever, capturing the ginger.
Her umbrella was upside down. Her dark blue top pressing against her wet body, making her snow like skin look even paler. Her ginger hair was stuck all over her neck and shoulder. Her beautiful face was slightly annoyed. As her brows narrowed together in a frown. Her pose clearly told everyone that she was unaware of the camera or about the presence of the person who the camera belonged to.
As the flash disappeared she turned at the ally, where the photographer stood. But she was late as he had already hidden himself in to the darkness and looking at her with his own dark blue eyes, the corner of his lips press together for a smile. The long lost creature off the night had found his mate.
She stared there for the longest time hoping to see someone or something before turning her attention back on to her umbrella which was still annoying her, to death. So she threw it in to the road far away from her with all her might and anger and started to jog toward her home.
The next evening she found the yellow umbrella, next to her door step. It was fixed and it had an envelope with it. And inside the envelope was the photo.
“Did you know that someone was taking it?” Raven asked, carefully looking at the old photo.
“No” she replied, gently placing it back inside.
“Who took it?” the blonde asked again.