Rain and wicked wind pelted me, inverted my umbrella into a baptismal basin. Not once but three times.
The accumulated water spilled out each time with the weight of my sins. Metal ribbing could not be reshaped and the umbrella had to be thrown out.
I wasn’t blessed that day.
Krystyna Fedosejevs writes poetry and short stories. She has had several of her poems published, and has recently had flash fiction published online at Flash Fiction World.