All that was left were two black sheathy
things which covered umbrellas I had previously owned, ghosts mocking me for my placing of wet umbrellas on the floor of buses, and subsequent alighting from the buses without them.
It has a lot of pockets, mostly filled with black sheathy
things from defunct umbrellas, and is so warm I can only wear it on very wintry days, or risk shrivelling like an old crisp packet under the grill.
And I look at my shoes and tuck the black sheathy
umbrella cover sticking out of my pocket farther inside.
Spite the black sheathy
thing in your pocket by depriving it of its single purpose.