The Red Umbrella - Christopher Shay
Him, at home, looking out of the window:
Didn't she say she'd be on the later train because she was going to have her hair done after work ?
Oh no, it's raining hard. She won't like that.
I know what I'll do. I'll see if I can get to the station in time to get her brolly to her.
I'll take the bike, that's quicker.
Him, at the station, looking round:
No sign of her. No sign of anybody. The train must be late.
Passenger, hurrying, coming up from the platform:
You missed the train, mate, it's been and gone.
Him, on the platform, standing in the rain, wondering what to do:
Where can she be? Perhaps she waited for the next train?
I'll hang about a bit, see if she's on that one.
Her, at home, sitting over a cup of tea, as he walks in:
Where have you been? You are wet through. What was so urgent that it couldn't wait until after the rain? I've been back ages. When I came out of the hairdresser's and saw how hard it poured, I took a cab. Didn't fancy getting soaked.