Umbrella

My prose poem salute to London and rain and a mysterious woman

There was a website once where people would publish letters never sent. Most were what you’d expect, to a dead parent or unrequited love or estranged sibling. My contribution was to a woman who shared an umbrella with me for less than 30 seconds in a sudden London downpour in 1989, and I contend that it’s no less meaningful a relationship for its brevit…