Just a normal January day

Written for Sunday Scribblings, Short Story Slam and, of course Carry on Tuesday.

It was a normal January day; grey, a light drizzle and a chill breeze . I sat at my usual seat in Starbucks, right by the window, my hands cradling a mug of steaming Americano . The street outside was busy. Shoppers going this way and that under a rippling canopy of dripping umbrellas . Everything perfectly normal. Then someone caught my gaze; a girl carrying a bunch of golden flowers . Above her floated a bright yellow umbrella. It was as if she was under a sun all of her own. My mind started drifting towards a palm fringed beach a million miles away from the dreary scene beyond the window. Just then I realised she was looking at me. I heard her speak, but her lips didn’t move . She held a hand out towards me. ‘Come’ she said ‘Fly with me’.

Before I knew what was happening I was standing by her side . She was looking, unblinking into my eyes; her face expressionless. My hand was held in hers and we began drifting upwards . A moment later I found myself looking down at the miserable scene below then slowly everything became a blur. I looked up and her yellow umbrella beamed sunlight down into my squinting eyes. A sense of warmth spread through my body and a smile beamed across my face . It was then I realised I’d spilt my very  hot coffee into my lap. Everything had returned to normal .