He was standing under an umbrella, but there was no rain. Anyways the feeling of being united with the umbrella filled all his heart. He was alone on 'Alberta' street. The street was a reflection of his heart: random people, indifferent faces and ... an umbrella. Even the stone thrown to the McDonald's couldn’t change his attitude to umbrella. He felt like being high and looking at the world from up up up… Speaking stones that were confessing his needs and wishes, while breaking the glass of McDonald's in small small pieces… Weird! It’s a beautiful life! OH OH! It’s power… Ouch.
Well there was no night transport but he was not waiting for anything. He needed transport but he didn’t know the destination. But that all was only about the umbrella. No! It was about him too, for sure. He needed a place to stay. He could abandon the umbrella only if he would be sure that there won’t be any rain.
And then she came… The raindrops fell down like question marks. He didn’t know what to tell her. Killing silence in the rain that was asking for a bigger umbrella that both could fit. The end…
P.S. Written by me, Besi and Nas; Riga, July' 2008, 19th floor of the hotel Latvia.
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