Moonshine Mystery
Brock and Ms. Moonshine
On the moonlit road, I held my umbrella trying to stay as dry as I could get. Ironically, the lady who bumped my shoulder didn't seem to have the same intentions. The rain started to recede and I could feel the weightless droplets fall on her messy hair.
"I'm sorry. I didn't see you coming." She excused, pointing above towards darkness. It took me a while to realize it was a streetlight. I couldn't see her. Except for the smooth edges of her face that faintly reflected the moon's light. But I swear she was pretty. Her voice vibrantly screamed her prettiness.
"It's okay. Catch your breath, don't rush so much." I stumbled, strangers weren't my favorite people to communicate with.
"Yes, thank you for caring about me so much. I wonder what a stupid job they're doing at keeping up with the weather, I mean, how can they let a blackout stay for so long. Especially at this odd...