Amy Jones

Rookie (1985 / Ontario)

Tink Tink

Tink. Tink.
Tink. Tink.
I could never sleep at our house when it rained.
The bedroom I shared with my sister was near the front door where an undersized tin roof was all that offered cover from the rain.
Tink. Tink.
Tink. Think.
Laid over any blankets I had was a penetrating dampness.
The sound of the rain on the roof was loud and irritating - but it wasn’t what kept me awake.
My hate kept me awake.

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