Umbrollia was unique in nature having developed a wormhole between it and its neighbouring parallel universe, through which lonely and lost brollies and umbrellas and other misplaced weather protectors passed in the hope of finding a more caring environment where they would be remembered even though it had turned out sunny. And generally those abandoned parasols and parapluies contented themselves with their new situation which, while not heavily peopled with caring users at least had eradicated all windowless lost property offices and dank cloakrooms. No spring loaded rain protector languished for long in the low gravity environment of Umbrollia but spent happy days auditioning for remakes of Mary Poppins and Singing in the Rain with robotic actors taking the human roles or enjoying a spin class on a windy beach where the experts turned themselves inside out and back again to the astonishment of the recently arrived.
One day, when the forecast squalls had the world’s protective apparatus heading for the outdoors, a frisson of excitement rippled through the tight-furled tripled-tipped populous. Word had it that an owner had been seen on the hillside, striding around and muttering about its much loved and lost rainshade. Every time this happened hope soared in the artificially canopied crowds – could it be that their old owner cared so much that they had made the effort to cross to the next universe in defiance of all natural laws to look for their trusty coverage? Older members of Umbrollia’s elite worried he might be some sort of opportunistic trickster, intent on grooming the more vulnerable members of Umbrollia’s community with a view to cruelly selling them a vision of caring new owners and considerate drying facilities only to sell them on the cheap to the indifferent if inadequately prepared?
After a lot of tooing and froing and a fair bit of opening and closing a delegation of the most robust brollies and bumbershoots, parasols and sunshades was dispatched to inquire of the man’s intentions. Umbrellas are naturally silent so the man didn’t see them until he was surrounded. To the watching audience he looked startled when he saw what he had approached him.
The leading brolly opened slowly and spoke. It got as far as ‘good morning’ when the man lost all definition as the life drained out of him, the shock of animated weather guards being too much for him to take.
The lead brolly looked at the sunshade representative. ‘Well?’
The sunshade looked at the overcast sky and shrugged. ‘Looks like he’s become a shadow of his old self. He won’t be needing us.’
The brolly nodded. ‘Shame.’
The parasols watched the brollies go. ‘Why do they always put a dampener on things?’
‘It’s the nature of the beast. Fancy a quick twirl?’
‘Why not?’
This was written in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt
TanGental 
Have the nupual knots been tied yet 💜 I hope the wedding went well or if it’s not yet taken place goes beautifully without the need of a gamp , as my dad would of said 💜💜💜
Lovely little story Geoff, good to see you here. 💜
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Next weekend… counting hours, soon it’ll be minutes. Thanks for the good wishes…
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It will be wonderful will be think of you all 💜
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Thanks so much
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💜💜😀😀
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Oh, I’ve missed your quirky tales his Geoffleship!
Hope wedding fun is going well!
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Only forgotten to collect the bridesmaids dresses so not too bad….
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😀 (I hope that’s a joke!)
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Nope. They were being altered and it slipped my mind. I thought I’d get away with it and collect later but sadly they left the bride to be a vm and i was roundly chatised.
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Write it down – write it down……
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I know. I never learn
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As long as it’s remedied… 😄
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Surely, they didn’t entrust such an important task to Dick Head travels, did they? I thought they would’ve found you a nice comfy chair. Stay there. Don’t move. Stay out of trouble. BTW I could almost have offered my services as violinist. I’m learning Pachabel’s Canon. I have an idea for a story of this poor budget wedding where the bride has this dream of a having a string quartet at the wedding but could only afford the beginner violinist. Yikes. A screeching out of time violin doesn’t sound like a good omen for married life.
Jokes aside, I gather that the big wedding (Only to be outdone by Will & Kate of course) is on this weekend. All the best. So exciting!!!
Best wishes,
Ro
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Currently I’m listening to the replay of Woodstock out of the US – Grateful Dead just starting off….. seems to fit with this brollytopia in some strange way – Have a successful week and a happy wedding.
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Splendid
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Excellent story. Was he looking for purloined precipitation protection? Love to all for next week, including Dog.
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Thanks i believe he was
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It was the Mary Poppins reference that did for me…
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Hope you get a lovely sunny day for the wedding!
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Thank you. A week out and the forecast is…. nope, not looking, just not going to….
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Fingers crossed for you 🤞🏻!
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Shades of Lewis Carroll! I feel you blasting off into inter-galactic space.
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Another quirky offering, Geoff. I love it! In our part of the world, we have a portal to sockolia – it’s in the washing machine!
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Ah yes, that to. Plus the biroid fissure that’s based near Basildon where all lost pens and pencils migrate for a better life
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Hope you get a lovely sunny day for the wedding!
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All the best for the wedding and wishing you beautiful weather. It is absolutely bucketing down and cold here so I can only hope the beautiful sunshine is headed your way.
Best wishes,
Ro
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31C and blue skies happily.
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The weather Gods have smiled on the big day!
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Hi Geoff,
Have a blog for you to check out. Found out my best friend from primary school has this blog where she’s written about her travel to India and she writes so well. I must also confess that I didn’t even know she could write. Here’s the link: http://spicywanderlust.com/
Best wishes,
Ro
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