Rain sprinkles dotted the pavement where the pavement was visible in the arc of the streetlight.
For some reason, Chris Parker remembered when the streetlights coming on was his curfew.
Long time ago.
If he lingered, his mom would step out onto the front porch and yell “I see ‘em, Christopher Stanley!”
The first raindrop he felt, rather than saw on the pavement, hit his forearm.
“I expect more from you!”
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