Rain, by Don Tassone

He watched the rain fall. The forecast had called for sunshine.

It was the fiftieth anniversary of the day he started working. Only he remembered.

He had aspired to greatness. He wanted to become a CEO. Of what, he wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. He simply wanted to be in charge of something big, make a big mark, have people look up to him.

What a foolish dream. In 50 years, he had accomplished nothing of note and had so many low-paying jobs that he was still working.

He watched the rain fall. The forecast had called for sunshine.


From: Friday Flash Fiction


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