Signore Kai said so

Shouldn’t have pulled her tail. Her name was Keera. First saw her three years ago. Someone was walking past me. Black umbrella. Green striped polo shirt. A man. He was walking past me. Saw her approaching figure. Black hair. White socks. She was drenched. She was walking in the rain. Aren’t we supposed to run …

A story I wrote, inspired by my secondary schoolmate’s recent accidental death. We were never much of a close friend but nonetheless, rest well Jackson.