From: corleyj@helium.gas.uug.arizona.edu (Jason D Corley )
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Storm] Back to Generica [new][sorta]
Message-ID: <1993Apr3.052851.5784@organpipe.uug.arizona.edu>
Date: 3 Apr 93 05:28:51 GMT


     The storm dumped its load of rain like a bucket out of a washer-
woman's window.  It was a hard, blattering rain, where you knew you
were going to get soaked the moment you stepped in it.  The streets
were dark, but there was nobody out tonight.  No thieves to speak
of.  Not where I was.  Not where I was going.
	My boots sloshed and slurped in the runny mud.  It had been
a long time since I felt that mud under my feet.  Or at least it
seemed like a long time.  Every once in a while, torchlight or lamplight
would come streaming through a window and make puddles in the puddles
in the street.  I would hear laughter, but I didn't go inside.  I was
going to work.
	I was going _back_ to work.
	The door was open.  The front room was dark, and in the dim
glow, the shadows looked blue as clean steel.  I closed the door.