Bernard B. Belling, or: The Ghost of Ghost Hill (Part 1)

Avatar Author: Arizona Spokes For eight long years of my life, I believed in something other than myself. I believed in people. It was the happiest time of my life. On the ninth year, all of that changed. All of that changed, and I turned into what... Read Bio

Rain fell from the sky like some sort of rain falling system of clouds. So systematically, the rain was then evaporated back up into the same clouds, and it rained again. This rain then fell into rivers and streams and lakes and everything else that is made out of water. Some rain even fell into Mr. McGavin’s cup of coffee, which was still water. So, in turn, he passed it through his system, and it ran back into the giant system of rain and water and what have you.

Bernard Belling worked as a landscaper. He was, in fact, performing his duty currently. In Mr. McGavin’s front yard. So, obviously, the rain was being a dampener on his enjoyment.

Still, Bernard worked diligently. It was all routine to Bernard. It was all routine except the rain. The rain was not predicted by the weatherman this morning. It was not predicted because it hadn’t been predicted in 284 years. It had not rained in Omaha, Nebraska for the past 300 years. It had not rained at all anywhere.

So, it was unexpected to say the least.

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