Velvet verbosity #414 – Prompt – Umbrellas - 100 words
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He caught her eye at the bus stop. There was nothing specific, just a notion
this was a man she might like to know.
He did not participate in the trivial morning conversations
with the bus stop regulars. His working
class Dickies told her they were definitely from two different worlds. Maybe it was his somber detachment that drove
her interest. When her cubicle existence
became oppressive, thinking of him became her go to escape.
In the rain one morning she walked over to him.
“Share my umbrella?”
“I’m Gay”
“So what. …… Doesn’t
mean we can’t share an umbrella.”
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This piece is tied to my previous VV post "The Loser" - Hopefully I can make a serial out of it......We'll see.
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Image from Share Your Umbrella
1 comment:
good tie-in. It will be fun to see you flesh it out.
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