It was a crisp cold snowy night as the policeman plodded slowly around his patrol. The only sound came from the tinkling of the lights which were strung between the empty road and the path at the edge of the park and the occasional murmur from his radio.
As he walked along he saw an abandoned umbrella. It was not a cheap one, he saw the black material, the shape and the crooked handle. It made him think of one his grandfather had owned. As he approached it he heard a rustle from the bushes on his right…..

2 responses »

  1. m1ssp says:

    Wow what a great entry Mr Curry! I especially like the way that you describe the umbrella as ‘not being a cheap one’. It makes me think that this is relevant to what happens next…..
    Miss P πŸ™‚

  2. Theo C says:

    well done dad πŸ™‚

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