Osaka in the rain.
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1 min readMar 3, 2020
50 word microfiction piece on romance.
“Daisuki…” your voice trembled, seemingly shaken by the sprinkling pellets of rainwater. We cuddled, sheltered by a lightly battered umbrella, hidden in an alley amidst an unfamiliar, urbanized Osaka. I pressed my cold, pink ear into your chest.
“I know, baby.” I shivered, eyelids drooping as I slipped into unconsciousness.
