Kaleb Wachala

We were on the street corner when it started raining.

Luckily, I had one of those tiny cocktail umbrellas in the breast-pocket of my shirt.

I pulled it out,

opened it with fragile fingers, and held it proudly over her head.

She laughed, kissed my cheek, and pulled me closer so we could share.


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