Jeffrey felt that Reykjavik grew tired and melancholy in the fall. He bought a number of colorful umbrellas from a flea market, and left them on municipal statues, public art, and traffic dividers.
“They do look happier to be dry,” a woman said as she passed the rainbow-umbrella-topped concrete pylons.
Jeffrey supposed that glasses-nose-and-moustache disguises could be appealing, too.
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SquiddumsStorytelling is interesting everywhere, and everything’s got its strengths – short story, novel, film, short film, animated film, poem, comic book, improv, acting. I’m from the film side, but I’ve always read a ton and I like to pretend like I can write.
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Published on March 13, 2008.
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