Umbrella 

It was a gloomy night or an evening, You can't say ,a thin cigarette was dancing  with the strong worn fingers , the smoke was embracing the fog and cuddling with the weeping willows that was shivering in the distance. The moon or the stars was merciless to  help not  the fading street lamp  that he was standing against .

He got up already soaked in the pain of his eyes and pain of the sky which kept on crying for days .Disgusted with his shoes all wet and muddy and the smell that bothered him , the wet hat that he forgot to shadow his head sat on his left arm tugged under his warmth .He looked forward no smile no cry , set his foot on the slippery cobel stones and started to walk forward.

Random faces all wet some chilled dare not to look at his face kept on passing and hurrying away for safety from the upcoming storm, umbrellas were flying away freely as if gods have granted it with free will .

He thought about it , an umbrella red long umbrella once owned by another and now flying towards another, broken,  might be , safe , who knows,  but it kept on flying with the wind following the wind , he now stopped looking back , his brows pouring a drop of ice and landing on  his burning cigarette.

He watched as many umbrellas floating away like angels flying with the wind so wild so free ,they must be thinking . He looked forward back at the path he was leading towards , the way up the hill with no insurance for his safety, he seemed as wrecked ship against  a storm , he pierced right through the the clouds that has hit the ground to gaze at  the hill gazing back at him.

He knew nothing, what he was doing or where he was going but he knew one thing , he wished one thing , he wished to be one , an umbrella .

_Nishitha Wanigasuriya _