On winter walks, your umbrella danced a samba through the trees. Its red fabric spun like a Catherine wheel on your wrist, until rainfall caused an explosion of crimson and your feet would twirl instead.

Laid to rest at the door, unused, it laments that I cannot dance like you.

Caroline Ashley is a clinical psychologist who lives in Scotland with her family and two Siamese cats. Writing fiction has always been a passion of hers but she has only recently started publishing her work. You can find her online at www.carolineashleystudio.wordpress.com.