049: Windscreen

I looked out the windscreen. Raindrops trickled down, wavering a little on their course downward before pooling in a little groove on the car bonnet. The sound of the raindrops hitting the glass was an odd mixture of muffled on the inside and amplified on the outside, reverberating so the sound surrounded me—but the vibrations were a little off. Narrowing my eyes, I tried to peer out to see if there was anyone else around, but no, it was just me. Just me, looking into the soft teal light, tinted a little grey from inside. I closed my eyes.

Dwump—hands on the glass. I opened my eyes, half interested half non-committal. I rolled down the window and frowned into the rain.

"You cant park here. You gotta move."

I squinted up to see a girl around my age, her hair sticking to the back of her neck. Her almond eyes were narrowed and she looked reproachful to be out in the rain, as if I'd dragged her out here.

"Oh. Sorry."

I didn't ask why I sort of just accepted it.



Driving away, I wondered if I'd ever see her again. Silly question really. She didn't want me there, I'm pretty sure I was parked in someone else's space.

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