Umbrella

As I descended the bus, it started to rain. Thankfully, I had an umbrella with me.

The young lady who got down at the same stop, didn't seem to carry one. I decided to help.

"Madam, would you like to share my umbrella. I can walk with you till your house."

All of a sudden, she took out a small bottle from her purse and sprayed on me. My eyes burnt, as she ran away crying for help.

She thought I had wrong intentions.

Alas, due to a handful of bad men, good people suffer daily. Just like today.


This 99 word fiction is shared with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge - U.