The Forgotten Umbrella… Part 2

I really wasn’t sure if there was going to be a Part 2, but I knew you all were very curious.  With some inspiration given from a friend I was able to write Part 2.  Once again, my pen took on a mind of its own.  The things it gets me into!  If you missed Part 1, here is the link for it.  The Forgotten Umbrella .

Whoosh!  The wind picked him up and carried him away.  He landed with a thud in a bush.  At least it was a soft bush.  Why had Peter forgotten him?  He had dropped him so suddenly.  His head was still throbbing a little from the fall.   One minute he was doing his best to protect Peter from the heavy rain that was falling and the next he was just dropped and left in the street.  What a nice “Thank You” that was.

He had been with Peter for quite a long time.  From the very beginning of his relationship with Tiffany.   They had  met at a bus stop one morning.  Tiffany was getting all wet so Peter had invited her to come share his umbrella.  That was all it had taken for love to blossom!

He had felt extra proud of himself that day.  Not only was he shielding 2 people from the rain that fell, but he had also helped to ignite the flame of love!  He still remembers how it felt being twirled around when Peter walked home later that day. He enjoyed spinning around, he could tell Peter was happy and that made him happy.

In fact he seemed to recall that Peter missed his bus that day,  he stayed under the umbrella with Tiffany.  Come to think of it he doesn’t remember Tiffany getting on the bus either.  He remembers them walking to a coffee shop where he laid under the table as they chatted away.

Oh what a special day that had turned out to be.  The rain had stopped falling and the sun had come out in all its bright array.  They had went to the park after the coffee shop and he had been laid on the park bench as Peter pushed Tiffany on the swing. Every now and then she would tilt her head back as she looked up into Peter’s green eyes and he would bend down and …..well that’s when this umbrella knew to hide his eyes.  He would at times steal a glance though and smile.  All was right with his world.

They had many outings to the park after that.  He always accompanied them rain or shine.  For he had more uses then just protecting  them from the rain.  They would sit on the park bench with their heads together and he would be fully open.   Then they would tilt him at just the right angle as they…….. Oh he believes that he definitely became brighter red at those times.

One day went into the next and time just seemed to fly.  He remembers going to the store and Tiffany picking out a matching umbrella so that they would both have one for when they were apart.  He remembers sometimes they would take both of them when they went to the park or out on their nightly stroll.  He had enjoyed having a friend along and getting to know her. They both did their be there for Tiffany and Peter in any way that they could.

Tiffany and Peter learned that having 2 umbrellas could come in handy on their outings.  Having 2 umbrellas fully opened and just tilted the right way provided even more privacy as they…..  He remembers how he and his friend would smile at each other as they protected Tiffany and Peter from prying eyes.

The memory came flooding back of the  first time that he felt  his friend rub up against him when they both were fully open, but that’s another story.   He could still feel the tingling sensation that went through him.  Oh  he can feel himself turning redder.

Back to Peter, where did he go in such a hurry?  Why did he forget his longtime friend?

They were standing in the rain when coming out of the mall and Tiffany was kicking herself for forgetting her umbrella.  She wondered if there was any chance that it still was in the street.  Quickly  Vada and her walked to where she had left it.   A little lift came to her heart when she saw that indeed the umbrella was still there.  She quickly dashed into the street to get it.  It wasn’t just any umbrella, it had been with her for a long time.  It held many  special memories.

On the way back home Tiffany dropped Vada off at a friend’s house.  She needed some time to think.  If Peter was here, why hadn’t he told her that he was back when she talked to him this morning?

She pulled into the driveway and was shocked to see Peter’s umbrella sticking out of the rose bush!  Her pulse quickened, was Peter home?  She grabbed the umbrella and ran into the house.  The quietness that welcomed her was deafening.  She sighed as she put both umbrellas out on the porch to dry off some, now that the sun was shining.  She opened them fully and placed  them side by side.

The doorbell rang shortly after she was home.  It was Peter!  He explained everything.  He had planned on surprising her earlier today.  He thought he had his business deal all wrapped up.  The night before he had a received a phone call that there might be a problem with his deal and he had spent all night worrying about it.  That morning he had received another phone call confirming the serious oversight that he had missed.  So he spent all day trying to fix it.  He was very tired but still so glad to be home.  Seeing Tiffany  made his heart flutter, she still was the girl of his dreams!

Tiffany poured them some drinks and they went out to sit on their  porch swing.  That is when Peter noticed his umbrella.  ” How did you find my umbrella, I was so mad at myself for forgetting it!”  Tiffany then shared her story about forgetting her umbrella as well.  She had no idea how his had ended up in their Rose Bush.

Peter smiled as he looked at the umbrellas side by side.  “Do you ever wonder at the stories our umbrellas could tell if they could talk?  We have so many memories shared with them, don’t we? ”   Tiffany’s face glowed as she looked at Peter.  ” You are so right! Wouldn’t that be so magical if they could speak.  But what do you say about us making some magic of our own?”  With that that their lips gently touched and Peter took her hand as they walked inside their home.

The sun beamed down as the color of the umbrellas became even brighter and a very sharp eye may have noticed them move together just a little more closer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

20 thoughts on “The Forgotten Umbrella… Part 2

      • Thank-you, just went back to read them. That Colin is too much!! I must add that you are the “petitest” person I almost know, and of those that I do know too. Why, you are almost a sprite! My Gram was under 5 ft. and she used to say that “the best things come in small packages”! She was and you are!

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        • OH Yes! Feel free to go back to the comments and let Colin know that he is “too much!” He will get a chuckle out of it! Believe me our comments back and forth can be quite entertaining to our readers at times! We have a fun history!
          Your Gram is absolutely right!! I have used that quote many times! 🙂

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