![]() Women have got to be careful! She removed her trench coat and hung it on a rickety plastic clothes drier in the kitchen, then removed the wet mini boots from her aching feet and rushed up the stairs to fling herself onto bed. ![]() She locked the front door – just in case, you never know if a stalker is following you. Their communication methods were strange, for sure, but his whole existence was stranger still. He was just a strange person that had suddenly appeared in their neighbourhood. She didn’t know the man in the yellow umbrella that well, she told herself. The woman sighed loudly, exhaling all the tension out of her lungs. The bright red umbrella was deflated into its resting position and left in a cylinder at the entrance. It twisted and turned and few seconds passed between her entering and slamming the door shut behind her back. There, she took out a key hanging from a pink key chain and jammed it into one of the doors leading into a small brick house. They kept walking in opposite directions until the red umbrella owner turned right and got trapped in a dead-end street. A subtle glance was exchanged by the two humans, lasting only a couple of seconds yet speaking a thousand words. The person beneath it also wore a trench coat. Across the street, a yellow umbrella sprang up like a mushroom. Beneath it, a figure in a trench coat walked lightly on the pavement, silent as a cat and almost passing unseen if it weren’t for the umbrella clearly marking her location (and her phone, which she had left at home for obvious reasons). It was a great afternoon to be outside.Ī red umbrella popped open. Puddles were avoided or deliberately jumped into by children. Yellow rubber wellies squelched and squeaked. All that remained was for the fog to envelope the mortals below in blindness and for the wind to beat against windows and doors, knocking out nests on its way to the human abodes. ![]() It was the usual English afternoon, dark and dreary and cloudy. Cars roaring in the street splashed muddy water onto unsuspecting passers-bys. Even some dogs on leashes were wearing impermeable jackets. Across the streets, umbrellas popped open and waterproof coats were wrapped around human bodies. The tap-tap-tap repeated itself at a faster pace as the drizzle from the sky turned into a light rain. Water dripped from the spout, tapping the stone pavement loudly as it crashed onto its hard surface and broke apart into hundreds of tiny droplets. ![]()
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