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.