The Crying Umbrella
By Jasmine Wang
In the corner of the street lay an old, worn, and torn umbrella, hidden away from view by the shadows. It had clearly been left there for a long time. It hadn’t rained in a long while, but a large puddle of water had formed under the umbrella. I walked over and picked it up. It was soaked in water. No matter how much I tried to shake it and dry it, it wouldn’t dry. I found this quite peculiar, so I brought it home with me. Once I got home, I realized that the umbrella had left a trail of water behind me. I opened the umbrella and gallons of water started pouring down on my head. I spent many nights examining this umbrella, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. However, I could not find any other peculiarities other than the water, but, I did notice that the more I examined it and cared for it, the drier the umbrella became. Yet, after a few days. I gave up and I threw it back in the corner of the street where I found it. I didn’t go back to the street after that because I moved, and I eventually forgot about the umbrella. Little did I know that after I threw it back in the corner of the street, the umbrella started exploding out thousands of gallons of oddly salty water, which caused the inhabitants of the street to drown.