He asked, “How’d you end up here?”
“The wind swirled and lifted me into a tree.”
“Oh my, how long were you stuck in the tree?”
“Days! What about you?”
“A fly-away branch broke my arm.”
“Hey, you guys think you had it bad. My insides turned outside.”
The others gasped.
“I know, it was humiliating, but then the lady picked me up when the storm was over and brought me here. Life’s tough for we umbrellas, serving until we get thrown away or set aside.”
“Well, at least now we get to rest and watch from the rafters.”
Clean up continues here in Hong Kong after Typhoon Mangkhut roared through this past Sunday. Water poured from our living room windows. We spent hours mopping and ringing out towels in between gusts of wind. We were afraid to stand in front of the windows thinking they might shatter. As the storm calmed a bit, I looked out of our 4th floor flat and saw a man walking down the middle of the street. He carried a bright red umbrella that flipped inside out as I watched. This along with the beautiful photo taken by Dale Rogerson was the inspiration for my story.
“Friday Fictioneers” is a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. This challenge is to write a story using only 100 words in response to a photo prompt. It has been a lot of fun to join in with this fantastic and encouraging group of writers! For more stories, visit HERE.