Son of Monday Fragments

Walking in the rain on campus, I see a young man and a young woman on the other side of the street. He’s got an umbrella, she does not have one.

It’s pouring.

They are clearly together, as I see them talking to one another. Yet he keeps the umbrella over his head only and does not share it with her.

Maybe she’s okay with that, what do I know? Maybe she’s…