Naked and holding the umbrella

Even the cassava crop was dying. The colony couldn’t last much longer.

“Jackโ€ฆ”

“No! She’s too capricious!”

“We’ve no choice! We must perform the ritualโ€ฆ Lookโ€ฆ I’llโ€ฆ get the umbrella.”

Jack sighed, removed his clothing, and followed Isaac, now also naked and holding the umbrella.

“Oh, Holy One,” they intoned, “Please grant your playthings rainโ€ฆ”

By Ralf Czekalla & Art

This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:

  1. The Sunday Muse #198;
  2. Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #248

52 thoughts on “Naked and holding the umbrella”

    1. Syl, TBH – that’s exactly what I was trying to do – I was trying to make sense of that picture! Why on earth would two people hold an umbrella while standing up to their chests in water? Thanks so much for noticing that.

      โค
      David

  1. This is a poem to sit with…it spins so many questions and potential threads out from the words provided.

    1. Amazing. Amusing. I don’t know. Just that i enjoyed this ๐Ÿ˜Š
      Have a good Sunday

      Much love…

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