• A dreary day greeted my eyes as I walked outside this morning. I grabbed my green and white umbrella as I headed out the door to work. I sighed. I really didn’t want to go to work today. Since it was raining, my secretary would be in a bad mood and probably late because “The rain damaged my hair, that’s why I was late. I promise it won’t happen again, Mr. Jemmers.”
    Make my day Theresa. I dare you. I was in a bad mood because of a fight I got into last night with my girlfriend, Holly. The rain today was not making things any better either. I headed down the cobbled streets of London. I didn’t like London itself. It was too crowded and too many people. Here though, there were trees growing over the path that wound along the bottom of a cliff. Stairs jutted up the side of the cliff like spikes as far as you could see down the trail.
    Usually I loved the walk I took to the bus stop. Today it just annoyed me. Too wet. Not that rain bothered me. I liked rain. But today it wasn’t raining; although it wasn’t not raining either, just something in between. Mist I guess.
    I stopped at a small over look where you could see the river. Here was my favorite place to come when I was angry or upset. It reminded me so much of home. The river with the willow trees covering over the river like a blanket reminded me of the river by my home back in the states. I missed my twin sister, Cheret.
    “Standing in the rain isn’t going to make your day any better, Jemmers.” I heard a voice behind me instantly knowing who it was.
    “What do you know, Tiller. You are just the local drunk that claims to not know any better. And no one thinks the wiser of you.”
    “I know that you got into a fight last night with your girl and now she may not want to marry you. People think town drunks are just idiots. We know more about you workers or rich folk than you know,” said Tiller. “So what did you do this time? Sleep with your super hot secretary chick?”
    “Keep out Tiller. It’s none of your business.”
    “Alright, alright. I get it. What do I know right? But you gotta make the most out of life. You can’t live life like the rain. You can’t live in fear or anger or sadness over the past. You gotta live life to the fullest.”
    I sighed. It wasn’t that I hated Tiller. He was a cool guy. He just didn’t know when to stop.
    “What does anyone know anymore, Tiller,” I sighed.
    “More than you give them credit for,” said Tiller. He turned and headed down the street toward the bus stop.
    I looked over the grey gloomy water, wondering what had become of my life. One day I was son of the richest man in the United States. Now I lived in the suburbs of London associating with town drunks and trying to make ends meet. Look what I had become.
    I was ok with it though; much better than my father ever would have been. He hated me ever since the day I told me I was going to England to study abroad and get a job in filming. He hated me for it. He wanted me to become a lawyer and inherit the family business. I left it for Cheret. She wanted it more anyway. So I packed up and left. And I never looked back. I enjoyed my life.
    I made a snap decision. I had to be like Tiller said. Make the most out of life and not live in fear or anger. I snapped open my phone and dialed a number I hadn’t dialed in at least 7 years. I would call Holly later and take her to dinner to make up for last night. There was just something I had to do first. The phone rang twice then someone picked up.
    “Jemmers residents, how may I help you?” said a manly raspy voice I recognized immediately.
    “Hey dad. How’s it going?”