“I can’t believe I fell for that bullshit!” cried Mary, her mascara starting to run.

“It’s okay honey,” said Jenny, “he isn’t good enough for you.”

“Yeah,” assured Lenny, “I told you he was a punk!”

“Shut up, both of you,” snapped Mary, crossing the street.

“Come on, why don’t we go get some ice cream?” suggested Olga.

“I’m not in the mood,” growled Mary, ignoring the strange look she got from another girl coming towards her, “now stop bugging me. This is all your fault, Olga, it was you who suggested I sign up for that stupid dating site.”

Mary’s friends were quiet for a while.

“There are plenty of other fish in the sea,” offered Marty after a while.

Mary let out a scream of frustration. “I’ve had it with you! All of you!” She hefted the umbrella in her hand and tossed it over her shoulder. It landed with a thud.

“Mary! No, don’t leave us!” screamed Olga, and the others shouted in panic, unable to move.

Mary kept walking. The little yellow people on the umbrella smiled despite their abandonment.