A Maroon Umbrella
Do you have a maroon umbrella story? I do. It would be truly unbelievable if I didn't have the umbrella to show for it all these years later. But I do. I thought you might like this short story. I remembered it during my walk today, under my maroon umbrella. It made me smile. My friend Linda (Linny)and I were travelling home from Edgecliff on a train, Linda to Summer Hill and me to Ashfield. It was a miserable day. Bone chilling wind and bitterly cold. The walk up the hill can be like walking in... Sign in to see full entry.