Daily story, May 31, 2025

As I strode down the street, my umbrella poked eyes and knocked off glasses and impaled a passing bluebird. I twirled it merrily as people dodged into the road or ducked into doorways. They yelped and shrieked, and some even tried to complain to me until they saw I didn’t care. It was a glorious dawn for me. I was young, and righteous, and newly rich.