The Reflection's Warning

Summary

Late one night, as I stood in front of the mirror removing my makeup, my reflection started talking.

I couldn't hear it, but I could read its lips: Don't use the red umbrella!

I laughed. Red umbrella? I was too broke to own any umbrella.

The next day, a torrential downpour trapped me at work.

"Here, use mine."

My supervisor, Julian, handed me a red umbrella.