Duck In A Raincoat Novels & Stories

Camden folded her leggings neatly and placed them on the kitchen table before donning the rain jacket. With a determined stride, she made a dash for the outhouse, the cold air instantly nipping at her skin. Upon her return, Camden closed the door behind her, visibly shivering from the rainy chill. "God, it's cold out there!" she exclaimed, her teeth chattering. She hung the raincoat back up, turning around only to find Clayton standing right in front of her, wearing nothing but his boxers. Her confusion gave way to a bemused smile. "And now?" she asked, her eyes tracing his bare form. "You make a good point," Clayton admitted, his grin widening. He reached past her, his arm brushing against

I looked up from my glass of scotch and watched a young woman step inside. She pushed the heavy doors shut behind her and stood dripping wet on the expensive woven rug near the entrance. I narrowed my eyes and stared directly at her from the shadows of my booth. She wore a completely soaked, oversized wool coat that clung tightly to her body because of the heavy rainwater.

"an old man wearing a rain coat asked. O felt his tiredness, he looks like a hard working person. ""Hm, yeah. I'm Athena Laurier, you could enter to my apartment,"" I saw his clothes beneath the rain coat is soaked in wet. The rain is so heavy that might the rain coat is not onto match with it. His handling a box in his right hand while in the left hand is a plastic bag where I can the fries and chicken buckets where inside. ""I'm sorry ma'am, I can't enter to your apartment. My shoes is soaked into mud.""

"I am sorry sir, but you only have one umbrella, and it's not fair to take it from you." He nodded understandingly but then reached into his hoodie and pulled out a raincoat. "Actually, I also have a raincoat. It's new, so it should fit you perfectly." Before Beauty could protest, Mr. Bruno handed her the raincoat. She took it hesitantly, her fingers brushing against his. The raincoat looked pristine and stylish, and she was surprised when she realized it was her size. It was almost as if it had been tailored for her. "Did he just buy this?"

’ ‘But I’m the one who’s not prepared! ‘I’ll wait for you today even if it takes me until midnight.’ Camille stifled a groan and stalked back to her desk. She bent down and searched the drawers before finally finding what she was looking for. It was a coat she had kept for the rainy days. She liked it because it covered her from head to toe. It was long, like a trench coat, and it was a dark color so she could blend in with the crowd. It even had a hood, which was perfect for protection.

"We ignored you because we were inside. We wouldn't need umbrellas when there's a roof over our heads. You looked like an idiot, wearing a coat in a house with central heating." Danny shrugged indifferently. "It never hurts to be prepared." Justin ran a hand through his hair and scoffed. "For what?" He said coolly not at all phased by the stupid response he had just received by Danny. Danny shrugged yet again. "I don't know. If there's a hole in the roof or a tsunami or something." He said as if both were liable excuses for wearing a coat and holding an umbrella inside the house. Justin stared long and hard at Danny before slapping him again and turning to me.

She tries it on and it fits just fine, she then points to his blood stained coat and says, “you need a new coat too” She grabs his hand and steers him over to the men’s coats. All excited and louder then Robin would have liked, Cammie’s says, “We could have matching ones, try that one” while pointing to a dark green, brown and black camouflage coat that is basically the men’s version of the coat he’d just picked for her. Robin finds his size and Cammie says, “go on, try it on.” As Robin removes the coat he has on and slides the new coat from the hanger he sees Mindy stretching as far as she can trying to peer around the edge of the coat rack in order to see what they are doing.

“Wow. Talk about taking on ownership of the town.” Shrugging, Dak said, “Well, it’s Saturday. I didn’t have much else to do.” She smiled, and her eyes wandered for a moment as she thought of a response. He was wearing a different coat. Unlike the longer, more formal black coat he had been wearing, this one was gray and looked more like a ski jacket. Noticing her staring at it, he said, “I had to be able to move freely.” Memory giggled, taking some fabric from his sleeve between her gloved fingers. “Is it nylon?”

My throat closed around the words. He studied me for a long moment, those gray eyes cataloging every detail. His eyes took in the soaked dress, the smeared makeup, the way I was shaking despite his jacket. Something flickered in his expression and it was too quick to read. Then he shook his head. "I don't give out my coat to women," he said flatly. "You should count yourself lucky." He walked past me, heading toward the far corner of the parking area where I now noticed a sleek black motorcycle waited. The rain had stopped,it was drizzling now.

Whatever happened today, she was ready to face it in a better condition. In her room, by the window and with his back to her, someone was standing there. Hazel thought it was Calvin at first, but it wasn't. That person wasn't Calvin because she knew exactly what Calvin's posture was like. That person—whether male or female, was shorter and thinner than Calvin. The person's entire body was wrapped in a black raincoat and hooded. Looking down, Hazel found the person wearing thick rubber-soled shoes that allowed the man to easily erase his footprints.