Red Umbrella

A short story composed and formatted not by the main character, but by the eyes that could see what a red umbrella can do to those under it.
The story takes place in the midst of a coffee shop. The place is quiet besides the small chatter between students and the pitter-patter sounds of the outside rain.
Someone storms in with anger in their eyes. They yell and scream at the timid girl behind the till.

"She cried.

Said it wasn't her fault.

Said that it wasn't her fault.

He kept screaming."

The red umbrella will always be there.
Taunting us.
And love will die.