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Ariel Niforatos
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Writer. Lover of all things occult. Follow me on Twitter: @ANiforatos
Stories (1/0)
The Day It Rained Memories
It only happens once every ten years. People all over the city gather in the square and turn their heads to watch the rain because the raindrops that fall from the sky on this particular night are unique; they contain memories. I quickly finish getting ready, anticipation writhing through my stomach, and wrap a long emerald scarf around my neck to protect against the winter chill. I have never witnessed a remembrance rain, as the people in my city call it. The last time it happened, I was seven years old and locked inside, unable to sneak out to watch it happen. Stepping outside and locking my apartment behind me, I check my watch. The rain will start in ten minutes; I should hurry if I want to make it to the square on time.
By Ariel Niforatos2 years ago in Fiction