Backdrop - Part 1

Backdrop 

1

David took off his jacket for the third time. Then put it on for the fourth. After drumming his thigh with fingers for a few minutes, he opened the dining room window and reached out, his hand open to the sky. He couldn't feel anything.

The overhang of the building's roof was vast. His arms could have been twice as long. In the distance, the raindrops hung in the air like ripe fruit. He pulled in his dry hand and closed the window.

His right arm spasmed against the jacket, so he grabbed the sleeve with his left hand. He'd decided. He went to the front door and picked his umbrella off the hook. The umbrella was transparent, by order of the government. He opened it inside. It didn't matter.

Then he went outside and within ten seconds was visibly soaked.

The tall, grey spire of Parliament Central dominated the skyline like a raised objection. On the polished steps, several officials smiled and whispered. David noticed that their metaphors were opaque.

Sorry, not metaphors. Umbrellas.

Anyway...