- Aug 6, 2017
"What about white?" | said the man | as the umbrella flew away
As the umbrella flew away I felt my heart jump into my throat. "No... Nononono!" But it was too late. The umbrella was now part of the sky, a stark contrast against the grey clouds that were mischievously pouring water over my head. I ran to the bus stand and squatted underneath the tin roof. I thought I loved hearing the sound of rain clickety-clacking on metal, but in that moment, I seriously reconsidered that thought. My head was between my legs when I heard his voic