Microdosing - 100mg of an Umbrella
Prompt: Umbrella
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.
Franny was no debutante but had never heard anything like how Zozo’s dad talked to Zozo.
He started railing about her ink. Then the studs. Her weight. Her crop top. Even her nose for God’s sake, for which his substandard chromosomes were at least half responsible.
When he left, Zozo preempted any questioning with the same look of daggers she wore throughout the onslaught.
“I know what you’re wondering. Well, he touches me he knows he’s a dead man. Otherwise, he can rain all the shit on me he wants. Long as I don’t care, I won't feel a drop.”
Crimson Cover
The rain fell hard as Julie hurried down the alley. She had just passed the bakery when she noticed it—an umbrella lying flat on the ground, its handle broken. Odd.
She bent to pick it up, then froze. A shoe, barely visible, poked out from beneath a dumpster.
Julie’s chest tightened, her breath quickening.
“Looking for something?” a voice said from behind.
She turned slowly, gripping the broken umbrella like a shield.
The man smiled. “You picked the wrong night for a stroll.”
Julie tightened her grip, realizing too late it wasn’t enough.