Duck In A Raincoat Novels & Stories

I knew the answer very clearly. I wore a black thick raincoat I found in the upstairs guestroom. I took an umbrella and headed for the door. My mind was thinking of ways to stop me from going outside but somewhere deep inside my chest wanted me to go out and look for him. I inhaled deeply in front of the door. I bottoned my raincoat tightly while gripping my hands around the umbrella before reaching for the door knob.

he instructed and we went out of the house together under the umbrella. For some reasons, his thank you kept lingering in my head. I wondered why he thanked me in the first place but the other side of me was trying to distort any meaning that could be attached to it. Everyone on the video team were on raincoat and the miners and when I got there, I requested for mine only to discover that there was no more raincoat. “Am I to cover it in the rain?” I asked, looking confused. No one was ready to pull off their raincoat for me and time was going so I decided to just close my eyes and get it done.

After lunch, I picked up an umbrella, a raincoat, and high boots before heading out the door. It was raining cats and dogs outside. The melancholic wet weather suited my gloomy mood. Everything felt so wrong. It was as if I was about to cheat on Desmond. He had reluctantly permitted me to see Mason and continue a friendship with him.

A little snow was still falling but in no time it will all disappear. Reign was walking under her white umbrella from the rain that was drizzling and little snow falling. Hopefully it doesn’t fall and the sun remains intact. “Enjoying the change in weather?” William asked, hugging her from behind. Both were covered in their black trench coats and woolly hats to protect their ears from freezing.

Either way, the place is dark, and the only people inside are a cloaked person in the corner and the bartender. Of the three of us, I'm the one who's gotten the worse sting of the rain, given that Daena and Camille conveniently had coats suited for the purpose. Lian and Ima could handle the cold. Not me, I couldn't risk transforming for insulation. Couldn't risk transforming at all.

THE SOUND of the heavy rain pouring down the sky engulfed the rooftops of each and every corner of the condominium. As I yielded towards the window pane close to Bright's room, I saw people dressed in raincoats, uniforms, and casual clothing walking past the streets with umbrellas strapped to their bodies. "Alright, I'm off, darling," Bright suddenly says before walking towards my direction. She then leans towards my head, her hand gently lifting my chin as she presses her lips against my forehead.

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.

Sneakers with velcro fastenings that would be easy to slip on and off. Finally, I found a rain jacket near the end of the rack. It was a deep yellow color and had a hood with toggles she could adjust. The inside was patterned with printed dragonflies. I turned it over in my hands for a moment, glancing at the price tag. It was a bit expensive. I pulled my wallet out and rifled through it. I’d just gotten paid for the week, so I had just enough money to cover everything I’d picked out. I decided to call it a day, and I went up to the counter, paying for the items with my own money.

Jess spotted Kiaan and Sammy sitting on the parks only bench. She approached, Ricky sticking close to her side like a bodyguard or protector. The pair smiled as they looked up, both shivering in their winter coats with their hoods pulled up to shield them from the cold rain. Even Ricky had ditched his usual Nike hoodie in favour of a puffer jacket, and he was famous for not feeling the cold. One time he'd turned up to school during a snowstorm wearing only a shirt and shorts.

“When you shoved me toward the zombies, your hand looked pretty steady to me.” I stopped below the tank and looked up at them. “Take off the coat.” Tyler froze, clutching my puffer jacket tighter around himself. “Hannah, it’s freezing...” “Take. It. Off.” I shouted so loudly it ripped through the rain. Right on cue, Duke let out a savage bark and crouched like he was about to spring. Tyler screamed and fumbled with the jacket, yanking it off and throwing it down at me. I lifted it with the tip of the machete, my face full of disgust.