To day my writing group writ a story called umbrella it was a short fill it was very sad but I liked it
umbrella
Early one drizzly morning, the door to Miss Elems home for children sprung opened wide. The girl with the bright lemon yellow umbrella crept cautiously into the orphanage before finding a home for her umbrella. Not wanting to be seen, Boris quickly snapped his head around the door frame so that he was hidden from view standing off to the side the girl observed the happy scene and the children searched in the box for hidden treasures. The girl smiled as she watched the young boy race around the room like a lightning bolt. Her smile quickly dissolved as she looked back at the umbrella stand and all she saw was puddles. Her beloved umbrella had been stolen.
