+ one umbrella

It was a cold and damp morning. The train was filled to capacity. The crush of commuters kept even those without a hand hold wedged upright. All those extra overcoats, hats, gloves and scarfs filling the carriage buffered us in a strangely woolly atmosphere. At the next stop the doors opened and we tumbled out. The man next to me looked down in surprise to find a stray umbrella hooked into his overcoat. His “Anyone lose an umbrella ….” got lost in the mass of rapid departures. “Well”, he winked and smiled. “My lucky day!”