Scattering Love

Blue_Umbrella Photo courtesy of Wen Li


“Are you up for the challenge?”

“Hell yes!” I said.

“You take the right and I take the left row.”

“Those umbrellas are of odd numbers, seventeen of them.” I said.

He pouted and thought hard. “We shall take the last one together.”

I closed my eyes and made my first wish standing right below the blue umbrella of white reflection. I moved to the third. He was still at the first. I saw him stealing a quick glimpse at my direction when I was at the third one. We came to the sixth; he looked at me as I was chuckling. He asked the reason why. I said the pigment represents us – two failed alchemists covered in explosive blue. He wiped his eyes and sniffed briefly after the seventh wish; while I grinned from cheek to cheek making my eighth wish.

We then ambled to the last umbrella; looking at each other.

“Take this hand my dear,
The love we have been waiting,
I am now right here.” He said.

“This scattering love,
Has found its rightful owner,
My heart and yours; sealed.” I said.

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