Random Short Stories

The boy

I sit by the windowsill.

It is pouring outside. But unlike many others, I don't mind getting wet so I leave the windows wide open. This brings in the all too familiar odour of rain as well as a faint scent of cigarette smoke.

With the humidity, I am finding it a little hard to breathe. The cigarette smoke aggravates that.

I am possibly on my way to suffocation.

Still, I pay no heed.

Today's rain is interesting - heavy rain it is, but the clouds are thin, just a mere layer shrouding the bright blue sky.

It's amazing how this layer of clouds is able to hold up such plentiful amount of rain.

My train of thoughts is disrupted with the feverish knocking of my door.

I don't really want to move from my position but if the person outside is this hurried, it seems like I have no choice but to open the door for him.

Sighing, I shuffle to the door.

At this point in time, the knocking has intensified, coupled with a person's yelling voice.

I unlock the door and push it open by a bit. A panicked expression meets my eyes.

"Oh it's you."

"What do you mean it's you! Hurry let me in they are after me!"

"With all the racket you are making, they'll find you in no time stupid."

I close the door as the shivering wet boy enters the house.

"You always give me so much trouble." I roll my eyes, throwing him a towel from one of the drawers.

He mumbles something, voice muffled by the towel pressed to his face.

"What did you say?" I taunt, raising an eyebrow in case it was an insult. With his character, it likely was.

"N-nnothing." He replies softly before burrying his face into the towel once again.

I can't help but smile at his reaction.

"You should stop playing 'tag' with those people if you are just gonna run here everytime."

"I can't help it. I was doing my own work and they just came after me!"

"Well if you would wash your hand off this type of work, maybe they won't come after you anymore. Brat."

"But the pay's hig-"

"Yes yes. I know... Go shower!" I toss him some dry clothes and underwear.

After hearing the door to the bathroom click shut, I head to the kitchen to put some water to boil.

I am just about to grab some tea leaves when another series of knocks sound.

Expected guests.

That boy always expects me to clean up after him. This isn't even the first few times anymore.

I'm pretty sure those guys are sick of seeing my face as well.

The knocking persists.

Resigning to my fate, I shuffle to the door once again.