At Friday Fictioneers, the photo prompt comes to us courtesy of Marie Gail Stratford. Rochelle is our host
I was sitting outside Starbucks cradling a mug of coffee. The rain-sodden street was filled with bustling shoppers. A girl caught my eye; she carried a bright yellow umbrella. I realised she was looking at me. She held out her hand. 'Come’ she said. ‘Fly with me’.
I stood, my hand in hers. As we drifted upwards, I looked down at the miserable scene below. I looked up and her yellow umbrella beamed golden sunlight onto my face. A sense of warmth spread through my body.
It was then I realised I’d spilt coffee in my lap and everything had returned to normal.
Talk about getting into a daydream!
ReplyDeleteOops! Nice take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteDear Rosey,
ReplyDeleteDaydreams can seem so real. Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle