The Umbrella Salesman

Laughter of the people as The Umbrella Salesman has a pale expression with wherewithal of selling the magic umbrellas. Everyone thought the “magic umbrellas” were idiotic and not capable of even doing anything, but the salesman thought they were magic and ethereal. “It just seems like we do jumping jacks for eternity, as much as I want to talk about magic umbrellas, it seems like I have to take my leave.” The man would say, every time he tried to sell the umbrellas. That one faithful day, when it started to rain, he used his magic umbrella. But oh! It had holes. As he walked along the dark, luminous streets, droplets of rain would fall on him. People would walk by, either laughing or feeling sorry for the man. He’s all alone in this small world. People even doubt magic umbrellas. People doubt magic. “La la la, la la la, no such thing as magic, you delusional man.” He had gotten on top of the cryogenic roof of the 40 foot building. Bystanders gazed up at him, while he was going to prove his umbrellas were magic. He jumped. “Float up to the skies above you it’s a real bird’s eye view see comets and shooting stars, come lay in the golden clouds.” Everything was still. The city was quiet. Bystanders were at a lost for words. Did the umbrella work? But the salesman did in fact touch the ground and feel the skies. People took an magic umbrella, and placed money on the ground, next to him, in the cold, quiet city.