The Umbrella

An incredible, eight-foot heap. It stood now tall, misshapen, and blinking stupidly, but it had started with just one mobile phone, cast down into the dirt like a firmly-planted flag. Word spread and more people came, and more devices were thrown down, and cheers were raised, for the people were taking back society.

A ruddy nose emerged in the gap between the curtains. Above, two beady eyes glared at the children who dared to play outside. Then there was a flash. Startled, the children looked towards the window, but it was empty. This would prove to be an unusual day for Andrew Shaw.