She loved antique umbrellas. She used them more for the sun than the rain in San Francisco. I wonder if her skin is just as beautiful now as it was then, like the inside of an oyster shell.
When we went dancing at El Oso, she would leave her(more) umbrella and bag at the table and I would leave my hat and overcoat. The small of her back would heat up quickly, beads of sweat forming between her skin and my right hand as we moved. Other dancers, better dancers, flew around us and we were lost in the forest of them. Just each other.
She’s coming thru town next month on the way to her visit her sister. She wants me to meet her son. Maybe we'll have breakfast before she has to get going. (less)
“The weather man promised sun today.” She grumbled as she dashed toward the bus stop. It certainly was not sunny. It was raining hard and even if the rain was warm, she did not appreciate the fact that she had started without an umbrella and now was stuck running through(more) the rain.
When she reached the stop she stood there, staring miserably at the street. There was no cover here either.
“Excuse me. Would you like to share my umbrella? It’d be a terrible thing to end up where every you are going, soaking wet.” She turned to look at the man who stood there, smiling and holding up his umbrella as if to entice her into using it as well.
“Thank you.” She said, smiling and moved to stand under the cover. A while past by and the two chatted to pass the time.
Before she knew it, he was leaning toward her. A part of her thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, he grinned and motioned with his head to the brim of the umbrella. “Look there. A rainbow.”
“Well what do you know” She said, smiling. “The weather man was right. There was a bit of sunshine today after all.”(less)
Sometimes I wish I could hide my problems under an umbrella of immense sizes. Even when it is not raining. Sometimes I wish I could hide myself under an umbrella of immense sizes. Especially when it is downpouring.
People don't commonly know it, but an umbrella holds an important place in the world of fighting. For instance, that two people are fighting with knives. Man one, who we will call About-To-Be-One-Handed, or Atboh for short, decides to swing downward at the second man, who we will call(more) Umbrella, trying to dig the knife into Umbrella's shoulder.
Umbrella throws his arms up into the air, grabbing Atboh's arm with his free hand, and blocking the knife with his own. He rips them down in opposite directions, making the wide arc of his namesake. He's prevented Atboh from killing him!
He then proceeds to slice off the hand holding the knife.(less)