The Boy Who Appeared from the Rain

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by Kevin David Jensen

In the guestroom, Zach snuggled under the luxurious covers, measuring the comforter's thickness between a finger and thumb. His injured fingers didn't hurt now unless he thought about them.

  He liked it here. Kara and Craig were great. He loved calling them Mom and Dad, and meaning it. He could understand their confusion, all the more since Mom had never gotten…round and fat. But she looked right—like she really could be his mother. And she was pretty funny, too, calling him Fish. So was Dad. Maybe Dad knew some good jokes. He probably did.

  The bed was so amazingly soft that Zach wanted to stay awake and just enjoy it. He rolled back and forth a couple of times, savoring the smoothness of the bed sheets, feeling the warmth collect under the blankets. Finding a particularly cozy spot, he closed his eyes, just for a moment. Before he could open them again, he was asleep.

 

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