It started when he dropped a coin into an unused ashtray. Later, silver was deliberately separated
and stored in pleasantly smelling tobacco tins. Now, on his ‘saving for a rainy day’ mission, notes
from the weekly pension are hidden between pages of books no one will ever touch.
His future watertight.
As the coffin is lowered into the bone dry ground, heavy clouds gather over his empty house.
It’s going to be a rainy day.
Originally published: Paragraph Planet
