It Rains On Sunday

By John Decarteret

Jack Is a young man living with his aunt, uncle and cousin. His cousin, Judith hates him, and he hates her in return. When Judith is out in the rain on her bike, she vanishes without a trace. Jack comes across a mysterious puddle where Judith's shoe and bike were found. He tries to figure out what happened to her and what that weird puddle is all about.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9780244819453

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It Rains On Sunday

It Rains On Sunday

A Short Story

By

John Decarteret

Copyright John Decarteret 2019

ISBN: 978-0-244-81945-3

CHAPTER ONE

PART ONE

Judith rode her bike through the sloshing rain and floating leaves that swam in the puddles of water that had collected on the roadside. She loved the rain and had never seen so much of it. She was on her way to the grocery store. After leaving the house, where that worm Jack, slithered around, she went round in circles enjoying the strange downpour. Soaked through and feeling the strain in her legs from constant peddling, she decided to head for Cricket Street.

The rain was in her face and the wind whipped her hair back as she peddled down Danbury Drive. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes were blurred like the windshield of a car that had broken wipers. Such strange weather.

Reaching the bottom of the street, she pressed down her brakes and the back wheel of her bike skidded sideways on the slick sidewalk. Judith struggled to stay upright and control the bike as it continued forward, and began to topple sideways with the skidding wheel. Putting down her right foot, she tried to help stop the bike and only made matters worse; her foot was left behind and the bike fell sideways into the street lake of water. The rain flowed down Danbury Drive, and also flowed down Cricket Street, clashing as they met on the corner where Judith had just landed.

Just perfect She said getting up on her knees after pulling her legs from around the bike. Puffing out air and some spittle of rain water, she stood up and flapped her arms which weighed a tone where the rain had soaked through.

Plop. Plop.

A noise sounded in a puddle that was on the road. Confusion came to her face as she wondered how she could hear a few drops hit a puddle when it was raining as heavy as it was. The road must have been uneven to leave a puddle like that when the rest of the road was like a river. Just this one spot where a puddle formed? Weird.

Judith walked towards the puddle and noticed two ripples spread out like little firing range targets in the body of water. Why only two? she whispered to herself. Other than the two ripples, the puddle was quite calm and not being battered by the heavy rain drops that fell all around. She leaned forward to look closer, her head above it. Rain continued to fall on her, but the puddle was untouched except for the ripples that had now gone, leaving it still and unmoving. Leaning further down and putting one knee on the cold wet ground, she reached out with her right hand and slowly touched the rain puddle. Before she could scream or even make a terrified gulp, she was gone. Some force had pulled or dragged her faster than a blink of an eye, and she was gone. Her bike and her left shoe, which had fell off when she vanished was all that remained.

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