This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is Umbrellas.
I tip-toed across the soft grass, my heels threatening to dig in. My driver walked beside me carrying an umbrella. I didn’t care if I got wet. I also didn’t care if he walked beside me.
I was guided to my seat under the tent. A line of people circled outside, their umbrellas scratching and poking as they crowded in to hear.
I heard no words, just the sounds of scratching umbrellas and soft raindrops.
His children sat beside me. His sons, their backbones arched, his daughters, sniffing quietly.
I couldn’t hear, but I could see.
I was alone.