A pretty girl was walking on a street alone one night with her arms behind her back. In her hand she clutched a yellow pocket knife. The girl had a hobby of roaming the streets alone, looking for trouble. She hoped the rainy street killer would try to get her, so she read up on news articles about his latest evening frivolities and roamed the streets where he was known to strike. The girl would come home from school, go to her cram school, come back from her cram school, put on her favourite yellow raincoat and grab her favourite yellow pocket knife and set out in hopes of confronting the rainy street killer.

Her parents asked her where she went at night and the girl told them she was selling toasters to sad people. This made her parents very happy, their little girl was working hard, what more could a parent ask for? Every night the girl would bid her parents adieu and roam the streets searching for the killer. After a few weeks of this, the girl found herself enjoying her nightly walks. However, her parents found out that she was not selling electronics to the mentally ill and became furious, our daughter is a liar and a cheat! They decided to ground her, bringing her nocturnal activities to a rest.

One winter evening, the girl brushed and flossed her teeth, combed and braided her hair and prepared for bed. But the girl did not sleep, she lay in bed, restless. She had way too much energy and really needed a walk. She put on her yellow raincoat and scarf and slipped out.

As she walked the rainy streets, she felt uneasy, as though she was forgetting something. Did I leave the gas on? Suddenly she saw the rainy street killer in front of her, she knew it was him because he was killing someone on a rainy street. Her hand searched her pocket for her yellow pocket knife but found nothing. Now she remembered that she had forgotten to lock the door on her way out. Her parents would kill her because all the heat would leak out. She was definitely gonna get slugged this time.

She turned around to rush back home but a hand grabbed her. It was the rainy street killer. “What’re you doing out so late?”

“Walking the streets at night like I usually do, … my parents don’t mind” she lied

“Well, if it’s okay with your parents, I guess it’s none of my business” The girl thanked him for his concern and went back home. Her parents were waiting for her and they didn’t seem too happy. The girl entered her house scared that she’d get slugged for leaving the door open but to her surprise her parents hugged her. They said they’d heard from her school that she’d been caught uprooting orange tree saplings and that they were proud of her. Her dad made her hot chocolate with no less than six marshmallows and six spoons of sugar while her mom read her a bedtime story: “Hannibal crossing the alps” her favourite.

After slurping down the hot chocolate the girl let out a satisfied burp. Her eyes began to droop and her body felt tired. She yawned and stretched and then lay down on her pillow, which her mother had fluffed up for her beforehand. The girl dreamt of a field of flowers, as she walked through the field, one flower stood out, it was the flower of the rainy street killer. She plucked him from the ground and put him in a vase filled with fresh water. As the flower began to wilt, she asked him where he’s going. The flower smiled and pointed at her chest.

The girl woke up and felt a warmth in her heart. The news report stated that the rainy street killer had been apprehended and shot.