Edward

This week's words are: Initial, Knock, Weather. Read other 3WW here.

The weather was not sunny as the weatherman said it would be. Instead, raindrops kept falling down even as the sun came up. Soon it started to pour heavier and heavier. Edward was almost knocked down as the crowd rushed to the nearest shelter. Edward grunted at them as one by one rushed passed him without any word. He struggled with his umbrella. The thing just refused to open. After much muttering, he finally got it open. Then, just as he was crossing the street, it stopped raining.

Edward paused in the middle of the crosswalk and stared up at the sky as the clouds separated themselves into small clusters. The blueness of the sky sneaks through along with the sun. Edward, in his initial irritation with the weather, muttered to himself and continued to walk at the same time as he tried to close his umbrella.

"Edward, honey, just pull that thing...no, no...that...thing..." Edward's mother tried to help him but brushed her off. Finally he got the umbrella closed and stuff it in his backpack which his mother was carrying for him. She gave him a stern look and took it out, scolding him as she folded the umbrella properly. "That is not the way to treat your umbrella, Edward."

At the school entrance, Edward's mother kneeled down and kissed him on the forehead as she gave him his backpack with the umbrella safely tucked on the side. "Be good," she said, her face soften. Then she walked off. Edward sighed and wonder when he will be old enough to walk to school by himself.