Sunday, December 03, 2006

An Abandoned Umbrella

She has been lying there, folded into herself, ignoring these autumn days that bring light, but no comfort.

Then, today, the downpour. The people running by clutching newspapers. Do they not see her? Do they assume she belongs to someone else? As the wind howls, the folds of the umbrella lift and fall, like wings.

(55 words)