A 100 word story
For Lindsay
Rain pelted the
umbrella spread above them. The droplets – furious and unrelenting – splattered
against the black nylon, then joined in silver rivulets that ran over the edge
to seek the ground. The couple, soaked from the knees down, huddled close as
gusts of wind whipped along the gray concrete canyon, threatening their fragile
shelter.
Reaching the entrance of her
building, they hesitated for a few moments, neither wanting to let go; each
lamenting the drowning of a fire once incandescent. Recognizing her, the
doorman fumbled his way into the maelstrom, extending his own umbrella, too
late, as she ran past.
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