A light rain began to fall when I reached the bridge. Its cool fingers caressing my face felt wonderful after such a heated discussion.
I looked out over the water at the boats floating by. I wondered if the people in those boats had ever had to deal with someone like him. Probably not. I doubted if there was anyone in the whole world as terrible as he was. I glanced at my watch and sighed. I didn't want to arrive home late.
"God have mercy on me if I arrive home late." I thought to myself. But God is not merciful, so I set out at a quick pace towards home.
By the time I got there it was almost dark. Damn.
I stood in front of the door, trembling, not wanting to be on the other side. I wiped some rain water from my cheek and looked towards the sky. That’s when I realized it hadn’t been raining for at least ten minutes, and the little droplets on my hand were tears. I took a deep breath, and opened the door, bracing myself for what lay within.
God have mercy.
"God have mercy on me if I arrive home late." I thought to myself.
But God is not merciful, so I set out at a quick pace towards home.
I wiped some rain water from my cheek and looked towards the sky. That’s when I realized it hadn’t been raining for at least ten minutes,
But God is not mercifulHave to say I liked that line.