By Vivi Sojorhn

I was an enormous blue and yellow representing pride. My puffed chest reflected as I opened and clicked into my lock.

I did my job with confidence. Protected the girl like a guardian.

The tears that fell inside her heart didn’t mix with raindrops. At least where it rained she had privacy; which was so important to her.

There was a time for leaving the possibility of rain. We left. Driving away from that green, wet home where I was recognized for my work. What was I to do?

I waited for her to need me again.

She left me there. There was only dryness. I was an umbrella living in the darkness with nothing to do. She was completely gone. In rarely rained. I was forgotten. I was the past. I embarrassed her when she saw me.

Is it any wonder the wind blew the life out of me?

2025(c)Vivi Sojorhn