Raindrops

Bored, bored, bored!

Jason couldn't stand it anymore. His room was filled with books, video games, music. And yet this all consuming boredom penetrated everything. Through his skin, right down to the bones. It was raining outside again as well.

Finally he sat down, and, a piece of paper in hand, he put pencil to it.

A raindrop emerged, crystallised in graphite grey and absolute detail. Right down to the reflection of his face, and the faint outline of his prison-like bedroom.

Soon there were more perfect little raindrops. Each telling a story; a moment in his teenage time.