Today on Microdosing our prompt UMBRELLA!
Write a story in 100 words!
Don’t forget to tag me if you follow along with the challenge.
I stepped into the rain. The droplets sprayed my skin. The beeping machines still echoed in my ears. Someone shouted, but I continued walking. I loved the rain.
A man in black watched me from across the street, hiding under an umbrella. I nodded at him. He was there for me, but I wanted one last walk in the rain.
The pain began to grow in my chest, and the shouts grew closer. My knees hit the puddle, and I watched the rain fall. The man came closer, grabbing my shoulder.
All the pain went away.
I’ve attended a wedding over the weekend that took somewhat crazy turn. I made fun of it at notes here:
But it sort of stopped being fun after that. The wedding went on fine for the rest of the night, but when we woke up there was no running water, no signal or internet connection, and the town below the place was completely flooded so there was no way out.
We spent one more day there. Luckily we were in a really safe space with amazing staff that took care of us.
Today, the roads were a bit dangerous but we managed to get out of there and I’m safely back home. That means the Fiction Dealer will continue dealing like usual!
Maybe I will write some fiction based on this in the future.
Under the Black Umbrella
for Crystal
We rush, arms entwined, rain drumming our shared black shield.
City blurs—streets gleam like secrets, but I see only you:
Damp curls framing rain-speckled cheeks, lips pressed tight.
Our steps match, swift and sure, thighs brushing with each stride.
Electricity builds beneath this gentleman's cover,
Rain whispering us closer, closer still.
En route to royal stories, you're my queen now—
Hand at my waist, claiming me wordlessly.
Rain intensifies; we press tighter, wrapped in wet pavement scent.
Our umbrella hides us from prying eyes,
Each raindrop a stolen kiss, each step pulsing with unspoken desire.
We race towards the promise of after, hearts keeping time with the storm.
PROMPT: UMBRELLA
THE TROPICAL STORM
It’d clearly been a mistake to come to the Caribbean during the wet season.
The rain was lashing down most days, and now, a tropical storm was heading our way.
The water was already starting to cause flooding in the streets, and the palm trees were bending in the high winds.
We needed to make it back to our hotel, but we were going to get soaked.
And what we’d been given to cover ourselves with was going to be no help whatsoever.
But then, it was my own fault for asking the cocktail barman if he had any umbrellas… 😎