MomeMordrid

1 AM. Technically Christmas morning, though as far as anyone was concerned it was still Christmas Eve. The rain fell cold and wet over Expose Park… it was the ‘most wonderful time of the year’, and a horrible storm was making its rounds over the entire county. The sound of thunder rumbled in the distance, signifying that the storm wasn’t even close to over, not by a longshot. The worst was yet to come. A man sat on one of the park benches, soaked to the bone with freezing rain. He was attempting to busy himself in the glow of Christmas lights strung around a burnt-out streetlight, by reading a magazine that by this point