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The Communicator

The Communicator

The Rain

The flag hung sideways on the flagpole as a harsh wind pulled it’s edges as far from the metal as possible before tearing it away. Grey sky and clouds shrouded over as far as anyone in the town could see, and beckoned everyone into their homes.

Everyone except a boy who was busy unlatching his window and quietly removing the screen. His skin was tan, and his dusty brown hair shimmered with gold. A white t-shirt stretched across his muscular frame, and light brown cargo shorts hung around his hips as he jumped out of his first story window onto the soft grass. He gazed up at the sky and breathed as deeply as his lungs would allow, trying to feel the upcoming storm with every part of him. When he exhaled, he heard a rattle at his locked doorknob. Excitement jolted through him. He took-off down the street. When he looked down, the pavement passed underneath him like a river of concrete.

The lightening first struck as he neared the school like a white tear in the sky. He could feel the vibration throughout his body as the thunder rolled, and it sent shivers up his spine. The lawn that spread all around the school was short and dull. The grass, with kicked up dirt separating each blade, was muddied now from the rainfall. His shirt clung to his body as coin sized raindrops fled from the grey sky, and he started in towards the rusty brick building he knew so well. Its familiar rectangular, plain schoolhouse shape was usually a comfort to him whenever he came. But today, Instead of the generic, proud flag that was constantly tugged by a lazy wind, that was always there to mindlessly stare at, a large, dead looking flagpole protruded in front of it with a sideways American flag drenched, half-mast, and clinging to the pole. He stared at it for a few moments with a building feeling of tension, and uneasiness.

Lightning flared again, and thunder roared so closely behind it that he flinched and raced up to the double doors leading into the school. A rusted pad-lock held a chain in place around the handle of each door. He quickly scrounged in the grass and came up with a large rock. With a wild fear in his stomach and adrenaline pushing his arm, he broke the padlock off of the chain with one strong strike and yanked the door open. As soon as he was inside, he pushed the door closed and stepped back until he was flat against a wall, where he let himself slide down to the floor. He sat for a moment, and then footsteps broke through the rumble of the thunder and downpour. Fast-paced and hard on the ground, they grew nearer until the school door burst open. In front of him stood a girl with dark brown hair and soaked clothing. He sighed with relief when he recognized her and rose to his feet, a smile overtaking his lips when as his eyes met hers. A second passed and she sprung forward, into his arms. He held her there, feeling her warm, pleasant form against his own, and he never wanted to let go. She pulled away slightly and looked at him again before kissing his check tenderly and stepping back.

“I missed this,” she said softly.

“I did too, I missed you so much. I thought I would never see you again…” he began, his amazement increasing as he spoke. “After the accident, I… I thought you were dea–” She pressed her lips against his, and he relaxed. In his heart, he knew this was only a dream, but for now he would let himself believe she was really with him again.

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