Yellow Slicker
He forgot.
It was a good day at school. The drizzle didn’t bother him — plus, it was only an eight minute walk home and he had his favorite yellow slicker on.
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He cornered Sumac onto Cherry and started cutting through the neighbors front yards. Four houses to go. He cut in and around all the trees, sometimes doing a spin, other times a little juke and jive.
A big raindrop hit his face and he looked up. Mom’s car was in the driveway. He smiled a little smile and sped up. Not running — more of a skip or light gallop.
Halfway through the Ibach’s yard another big raindrop hit his face. The smile left and he slowed down. Almost stopping.
He remembered.
He wasn’t supposed to be this happy to see her.








