MintyFeatherdancer

Once there was a girl and a boy. Oh, and an umbrella. She was timid and subtle, he was wild and impulsive. She lived at number 3, he lived at number 5. They walked the same streets, rode the same bus and worked at the same supermarket. Never once did they meet. And I suppose this annoyed the umbrella greatly. She was quiet and fond of her iPod. He was confident and fond of his cigarettes. They were both too preoccupied with themselves too notice the other, no matter how many times life directed them towards each other. Being a useful and regularly used object, the umbrella had likely witnessed their tragic timing for itself on many o