Late

Where was he?  She pressed against the window, trying to see through the heavy downpour.  It would be dark soon.  He said that he would have been there forty minutes ago.  It wasn’t like him to be late like this.  She tried calling his cell again but there wasn’t any answer.  She tried his home, no luck.  She tried his friends but no one had any idea where he was. She bit her bottom lip worriedly. 

His opened his eyes. Pain racked his body.  It had stopped raining.  

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