in the rain

by uzwi

“If you watch enough art,” Melody says, “you will always leave your umbrella in the coat check.” She’s spent the morning in the museum with her friend. She also says, “I wish I’d kept those old clothes. I’ve lost enough weight to get back into them now.” They study the map of the museum gardens, which, with its simple arterial branchings and lobed outline, resembles disturbingly the diagram of an internal organ. “Do you know,” says Melody’s friend, looking around: “I never realised the power of white!”