Signore Kai said so

An old story I’ve written a long time ago. Just thought I’ll put it here.

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.