Lo stood alone on the hilltop as the thunderheads rolled in. It went from sunny to cloudy to pouring buckets in less than a minute. His clothes stuck to his body and his hair was plastered to his face.
He grinned his wicked fool’s grin.
“Well played, Mother Nature. But I prepared for this.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pink cocktail umbrella. The wind almost ripped it in half as soon as he opened it, and the rain soaked the paper. Undaunted, he held the ornament over his head.
It did nothing. He was still constantly drenched. The wind shifted repeatedly, so that he was alternately swatted in the face and backside with veritable sheets of water.
The paper umbrella didn’t break, and he kept it overhead. Always grinning.
“I win.”
I really love Lo. I can imagine this and it's great!
ReplyDeleteThis made me so very very happy. It's a wondrous truth to realize, that the easiest way to win is to name yourself the victor.
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