An English Morning…..A short tale….
<p>Josie put up her umbrella. The wind blew against her, hitting her coat horizontally from underneath the round black shelter above. What was the point, she would put it down. She pressed the release and the metal umbrella stem extended back down into its base.</p>
<p>Rain, down your face. Pulling off your makeup. Gradually removing that expensive foundation you so carefully smeared across your face. Diluted with every shaft of powerful icy water. It had covered her skin with a new layer of apparently “Natural Flawless Finish”, as it declared on the box.</p>
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