Flash Fiction: Kiss in the Rain

This is a bit of a sequel to last week's piece “The Umbrella.” I thought of it while I was sitting in stats class for some reason. I just really love "kiss in the rain" stories.

It’s sunny when Jake texts me. We’ve talked every day since the time we shared the umbrella. Turns out we went to rival high schools and are both obsessed with old cartoons. It gives us a lot to talk about.

Walk with me to the lake? 

Meet me in ten. 

It’s a nice day, probably one of the last few for a long time, so I pull on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Jake’s waiting for me outside the building, dressed in a muscle shirt and cargo shorts. He pulls it off strangely well.

It’s only a fifteen minute walk down to the beach from campus. My hand brushes against Jake’s several times before he finally catches it and twines his fingers with mine.

When we get to the beach, there are clouds rolling in from across the water. “You don’t think it’s going to rain, do you?” I ask.
He shrugs. “You know anything can happen here.”

I nod. It’s been sunny and warm one day and snowing the next before. The weather is about as unpredictable as an angry cat.

We wander down the beach, kicking off our shoes to wade in the water. It laps at my ankles and I laugh, spinning in circles. Before we know it, the clouds are blocking out the sun above us and the temperature is dropping.
I’m about to suggest that we should head back when fat drops of rain start falling.

“I think it’s us,” Jake says as he grabs my hand and spins me into him. I brace my hands against his chest for balance.

“Maybe.” The rain comes down harder but I barely notice. Jake is looking at me with those beautiful eyes and I feel like I’ll never be cold again. He reaches up to brush my wet hair out of my face before he kisses me.


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