Friday Fictioneers




yellowumbrellasI was in a cafe cradling a mug of steaming cappuccino. The day was grey, the street outside, busy. Shoppers bustled this way and that under a canopy of dripping umbrellas. One caught my gaze, a girl clutching golden flowers beneath a yellow brolly. She stopped, held out her arm and suddenly I was standing alongside her. ‘Come, fly with me’ she whispered.

Moments later I was looking down upon the miserable scene then up at the yellow umbrella which bathed me in sunlight. Warmth spread through my body.

It was then I realised I’d spilt my coffee in my lap.




Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo is by Dale Rogerson.

102 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers”

  1. Hi Keith – up up and away … oh how I wish… especially under the sunlit canopy of a yellow brolly … spilt coffee on one’s pants – not good for a lot of reasons! Cheers Hilary

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  2. Lovely story, with a punchline that brought the narrator and the reader down to earth with a jolt. As a man of a certain age, I can’t help saying that the cause of the sudden dampness could have been worse.

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