"What about white?" | said the man | as the umbrella flew away

August 6, 2017

 

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 voice first.  "Do you like purple?"  I looked up, but there was no one there.  "What about white?"  I turned my face towards the sound and saw a little elf-looking creature sitting right next to me.  "Purple or white?  I need to know now, if you want my help."  said the man.  The shock wore off quickly after he spoke again and I screamed bloody murder and began to run away.  I caught my breath under a large oak tree a few minutes later, but then I heard the voice again, this time coming from above me.  "What about orange then...?  I have an orange one too."  I looked up and saw the little elf-man sitting in the tree.  He was holding an orange umbrella.  Laughably large for himself, but perfect for a girl my size.  I wiped the rain off of my face and gave him a shaky smile.  "I love orange."

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