Your heart starts flat like sheetrock and then the rain comes and chips it up and pocks it up with little divots but the rain also washes away the silt that would kill you if it never got tended to and the older you get the more the running water forms paths and canyons through the rock and the more it rains the more it erodes and the more it erodes the more it can contain, the more room is made, to be filled with so much more than rainwater.
Robert John Miller’s work has appeared in New Flash Fiction Review, X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, and Peregrine. You can find more stories at https://robertjohnmiller.com. He lives in Chicago and is working on a novel.
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