Like penguins, they stood together, woman and umbrella. She clung to the curve of its handle as she worked her way through the crowd, just trying to make it home, just trying to get away from the world as it caved in on her. It was only from her back porch that she'd stand the umbrella to rest, and embrace the soft tears of the sky with open arms.
Together on the floor they huddled. Tears had long dried on their cheeks as they looked at each other, hoping one of the two would remember how they ended up under the kitchen table. All they knew was that they were at last, together again.