One Hundred Words (33)

September 12, 2008, 10:15 am; posted by
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My umbrella broke last week: stuck closed, locked up, defeated by the rust of a year.

I came outside today to a warm and steady rain, harder than drizzle, softer than patter. There was nothing to do but walk, as my suitcoat swerved from black to dappled grey to darkest black again. Soaked through, I walked and prayed, waited at — and waded through — busy, car-choked intersections, and skidded along uneven stones that mark the upscale sidewalks.

I will get an umbrella soon. I need one. But this morning, life felt more real and imminent. Dressing up, walking out, facing the rain, alone.



2 Comments to “One Hundred Words (33)”

  1. Connie Maxon on September 16th, 2008 8:35 am

    There was a brand new umbrella in the things for Sarah last week in hte back seat of your car, but it was ivery colored and covered with musical notes. I’m sure you wouldn’t have minded after reading this, however. I have another…

  2. Connie Maxon on September 16th, 2008 8:35 am

    I do of course know how how to spell ivory…

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