JUVEN
A Lucid Drizzle
by EEKK
A Lucid Drizzle
Ivy’s boots crunch against the rocks of Central Park. Rain patters against her wool hat like little penguins jumping into the sea but hitting ice instead. On days like these, most carry umbrellas and talk in hushed, urgent conversations. Ivy doesn’t carry an umbrella for she likes the feeling of the rain bouncing off her long, sweeping jacket. Orange and yellow leaves drip the water down on to the passerby’s, the leaves are the mischievous ones today.
Keeping her eyes glued to the multicoloured rain boots that jump around, Ivy emerges from the park and proceeds towards her favourite coffee shop and her workplace, The Blue Bean. Although she still has many blocks to go, she oddly dreads the moment she will step into the heated, crisp air of the coffee shop. Perhaps the rain will always be Ivy’s natural habit.
The weather still plightful to most, and Ivy passes the beacon theatre on the corner of 39th Street and Broadway. In the window of the theatre is a poster for the newest Broadway show, Wicked. But, the musical is not what captures Ivy’s attention. A man with a bright red scarf stands just outside the theatre, smiling and staring at the gray sky. He seems awestruck at the weather, a contentedness Ivy shares too.
Curious, Ivy stops in her tracks and stares at the man in speculation. After a few seconds, he notices her watching him. Embarrassed, he buries his face in his eccentric scarf and walks towards Central Park, bustling like the city.
Ivy deems herself mistaken, only she likes this dismal climate. But, as the fellow passes by Ivy, he presses a piece of paper into her palm. Then, he is gone like the subway station on 3rd. Ivy draws the slightly damp paper to her face and unfolds it. Inside, words are written in neat handwriting.
Rain, floods, oceans. DO you like them too?
Ivy smiles to herself, relieved. All this time, she thought she was the only one. Ivy continues to walk down the street, spying the warm Blue Bean ahead. She doubts she’ll ever see the man again, the city is too large to see one twice and too vast to recognize a stranger.
Ivy’s boots crunch against the rocks of Central Park. Rain patters against her wool hat like little penguins jumping into the sea but hitting ice instead. On days like these, most carry umbrellas and talk in hushed, urgent conversations. Ivy doesn’t carry an umbrella for she likes the feeling of the rain bouncing off her long, sweeping jacket. Orange and yellow leaves drip the water down on to the passerby’s, the leaves are the mischievous ones today.
Keeping her eyes glued to the multicoloured rain boots that jump around, Ivy emerges from the park and proceeds towards her favourite coffee shop and her workplace, The Blue Bean. Although she still has many blocks to go, she oddly dreads the moment she will step into the heated, crisp air of the coffee shop. Perhaps the rain will always be Ivy’s natural habit.
The weather still plightful to most, and Ivy passes the beacon theatre on the corner of 39th Street and Broadway. In the window of the theatre is a poster for the newest Broadway show, Wicked. But, the musical is not what captures Ivy’s attention. A man with a bright red scarf stands just outside the theatre, smiling and staring at the gray sky. He seems awestruck at the weather, a contentedness Ivy shares too.
Curious, Ivy stops in her tracks and stares at the man in speculation. After a few seconds, he notices her watching him. Embarrassed, he buries his face in his eccentric scarf and walks towards Central Park, bustling like the city.
Ivy deems herself mistaken, only she likes this dismal climate. But, as the fellow passes by Ivy, he presses a piece of paper into her palm. Then, he is gone like the subway station on 3rd. Ivy draws the slightly damp paper to her face and unfolds it. Inside, words are written in neat handwriting.
Rain, floods, oceans. DO you like them too?
Ivy smiles to herself, relieved. All this time, she thought she was the only one. Ivy continues to walk down the street, spying the warm Blue Bean ahead. She doubts she’ll ever see the man again, the city is too large to see one twice and too vast to recognize a stranger.
EEKK is a young female fiction writer who lives in Canada. She enjoys figure skating, dance and photography as well as writing.