I 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.