she walked out of her house and looked around at all the gardens that looked back at her house and he was standing at the corner where the road turned dark a part of shiny wet like blood the rain fell black down on the street and kissed his feet she fell her head an inch away from heaven and her face pressed tight and all around the night sang out like cockatoos there are a thousand things he said i ll never say those things to you again and turning on his heel he left a trace of bubbles bleeding in his stead and in her head a picture of a boy who left her lonely in the rain 1