Fiction | Drabble | Random
The Rain In New York City Was Relentless
And the New Yorkers live up to her expectations.
Clara felt like an outsider among the hurried pedestrians with umbrellas and raincoats.
Then, a passing car sliced through a deep puddle, soaking her with filthy water.
A well-dressed middle-aged Black woman sauntered past, offering a warm smile.
“Spring is quite wet this time of year.”
“I’m receiving a baptism.”
The woman’s eyes twinkled as she quipped, “Indeed you are.”
As Clara stood there, her brightly colored ensemble drenched, a line from the movie The Devil Wears Prada came to mind.
“Florals? For Spring? Groundbreaking.”
Clara cackled. But like they treated the rain, the New Yorkers ignored her.
© Scarlet Ibis James, 2024: All Rights Reserved.
My response to Nancy Oglesby’s challenge to pen a 100-word story that includes the word, wet.






