An Excerpt from an Untitled and Unfinished Short Story

I have always wanted to dance in the rain. To unleash myself on the world. But the world never wanted me. An outcast, an exile in the crowded cities, the barren deserts. A stumbling wanderer leaving no more than a microscopic smudge on history. A smudge, the evidence of a mistake, something that couldn’t quite be erased but was forgotten anyway.