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.
3 comments:
lucky umbrella, even though it lies abandoned for quite sometime, but still somebody notices it and writes a blog on it :P
Nice one....
I started with somethinmg else in my mind...but on second read...could make out that 'she' was the umbrella!
Nice post.Poetic!!
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