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.