David's wild imagination #4

David forgot his copy of the ‘merchant of Venice’ on the bench near the lake, where he spent whole afternoon reading the play.

The winds grew stronger as the clouds suffocated the evening sky. People had anticipated the possibility of rain and abandoned the lake. Trees bent dangerously in the growing wind and dried leaves flew all around, rustling, as the lake grew turbulent.  Squall of wind tossed the book to the ground where its pages turned violently. A sudden strong gust of wind blew the words out of the pages and whirled them as they collided and amalgamated into a short black figure of a man.

Resting his umbrella on the ground as a support, he bent to pick the empty book. He wore a purple suit with a pink waist coat, tightly buttoned on his bulging belly. Stinking grey hair, glued to his head, motionless in the strong winds complimented his grey eyes.  He quickly tucked the book in one of many pockets on his coat and looked around suspiciously. The abandoned field consoled him because he didn’t want anyone to see him as he unfurl his crooked black umbrella.

Green sparks flew in every direction from the tip of his umbrella when it sucked in the clouds and captured the flowing wind. He quickly folded his contraption, disguised as an umbrella, and moved out of the motionless, clam, park by the lake.