The Umbrella Man

"God, what a sunshine", taught the umbrella man, standing under the sign and watching the motorcade. Some loud bangs (maybe three, maybe more) jolted the cheering people and forced some on their knees, gasping to see if this is a political act or just an ordinary killing spree. Who would have thought that during his lunch brake, umbrella in hand, on a nice sunny day with no sign of rain, he would witness how some lady in pink dress picks up the pieces of her husband's brain from the back of a car. "Damn!" - taught the umbrella man. "I could get shot next! My demonstration could look a bit strange when out of context. Let's take a hike before the FBI appear here, to intervene on the scene." "You taught that I was cautious with the rain, bringing an umbrella to a sunny day. No! It was a symbolic act, of which I'm nowadays ashamed to talk, because it's actually funny. You see, the daddy of the victim had a lot of money and before the war he was appeasing to no other but the Nazis. Like Chamberlain (with his umbrella) and all the other snobby patsies. So one thing led to another and I ended up on a magazine cover, because of a movie that some guy and his secretary made. And for all of this, I didn't even get paid!"