The Night of White Umbrellas
a micro fiction
This street often speaks. On the night of the white umbrellas, many voices made their way to me. But I did not listen, for their shadows swallowed them before I could. Street lamps became my saving grace. And I watched the voices. I never stopped until the dawn came and I could see them no more.
People ask me what they look like. “A particular kind of light,” I answer. It’s more than that, though. It chases itself, laughs and squeals like a child. It teaches me how to see beauty in the very air that surrounds me.
Come, listen.
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Mackenzie Davis
“When you are describing a shape, or sound, or tint, don’t state the matter plainly, but put it in a hint. And learn to look at all things with a sort of mental squint.” Lewis Carroll
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Absolutely beautiful work!
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Not at all surprised to find this in top stories, stunning imagery and so poetic, you're so talented!!!
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Oh, I love the idea of this...so mysterious but also kinda soothing. Fantastic work so saying much, beautifully, in such a short span of words. Congratulations on Top Story!!
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Oooo, this was so wonderful! It also had a poetic touch to it!
This is lovely! I love the whispering white umbrellas. I'd be up all night listening, too. Great piece.
Very cool microfiction! Spooky and a good read!