Clifton Saga – Rain

Rain

Mom came out, wrapped an arm around me, and stood by the rain barrel I’d been watching behind my grandparents’ house as she cleaned after her mom died.

After she had stood there for a few moments, I said “it’s not filling up as fast as it used to.”

Just as I was going to say it again, she looked down at the barrel. “Grandpa drilled a hole in the bottom before he died. I didn’t want you playing in the yard because it makes the grass slippery and muddy.”

“You okay ma?”

After a pause, she said, “reliving memories.”

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