Drabble: Rain

Connor stood outside Ryan's flat in the rain and cursed. This was the third time it had happened this week. He'd be thinking of something interesting and his stupid feet would walk about automatically until he was stopped short by the For Sale sign, like a slap in the face. He turned round and set off back to the flat he shared with Abby.

He got home, half an hour later, soaking wet and miserable. She was waiting.

"You went the wrong way again, didn't you?" she asked and he nodded mutely while she held him close in her arms.