The floor was covered in flour, the kitchen in total disarray
Suddenly, I remembered last night, when he couldn’t sleep and slowly wrapped his arms around me from behind.
He asked me what a birthday was.
I told him a birthday was the most important day of the year for someone, and we had to celebrate with a cake.
“Can I celebrate your birthday, Jen?” Ben’s soft, raspy voice rang out in my ear.
Was he trying to bake a cake…?
I looked again at the picture he had drawn. His drawings usually required some imagination, so it was possible that the wobbly shape wasn’t a cake, but rather a little person holding a cake.
That silly fool.
No, he wouldn’t have made a cake and run out to find me, would he?!
A sudden thunderclap startled me, and a fierce storm hit, rain lashing against the windowpane.
I stood there, frozen for a second or two, then sprang up and grabbed an umbrella, rushing out the door.
He was terrified of thunder.
If he couldn’t find me, where would he go?
The streets were always slippery in the rain, and the downpour blurred my vision.
Holding an umbrella felt like a hassle, so I just put on a cap and dashed through the streets while calling out his
name.
Car tires splashed water as they passed, hitting me and making me shiver.
