The first raindrop hits the box. The second infiltrates the threadbare blanket. The third dissolves the paper with his name. An hour earlier, the night-shift security might’ve noticed him. A few feet to the left, the roof would’ve sheltered him. Instead, tomorrow, the cleaner would find a cold, lifeless thing.

Erica is an Indonesian-based freelance writer whose work has appeared or is forthcoming in Anak Sastra, Paragraph Planet, 101 Words, and Five Minutes. Find her at ericafransisca.com.