write a story on a lost umbrella?
the story is of 500-600 words
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Dusk was drawing in quickly as the shadows lengthened up and the surrounding greenery turned up a fuliginous shade. Yet Brandon Langley was in no hurry as he trudged up the hilly path onwards home. Langley had spent nearly 20 years in the sleepy little town of Murray, nestled in the lap of the Cheviot Hills situated in mountainous northern England. An alumnus at the elite Cambridge, he had been a voracious reader and an astute student of English Literature and had completed his Ph.D. while still in his twenties. A stellar career though he could have had with accomplishments to boast of, the lure of a quiet and serene life away from the crowded and boisterous city life had drawn him to this unknown town that was quite often forgotten by the cartographers.
Although reserved and composed by nature, Langley’s altogether pleasant manner had won him favor with his students. His deep understanding of his subjects during his university days would serve to richly enliven the chapters that he taught them. The children would listen to him entranced and he would feel himself transformed into a mighty storyteller from a mere teacher. Such were his methods that he was the subject of envy yet admiration among his colleagues.
The little brick roofed cottage appeared in the view and the golden spaniel rushed towards its master. Langley’s humble abode had an air of desolated coziness about itself. Housing a single occupant and his lonely pet, the cottage was surrounded by a tidy little garden with its pretty set of flowers. Crocuses sprang up in one corner while white roses stood out in another part imparting a somewhat homely appearance to the single storied house. Langley stared westwards. The rose-red hue of the horizon was giving way rapidly to the deep bluish shade as the sun bid adieu for the day. He sighed deeply and ruffled up the dog’s wavy fur. It had been this time of the day some 5 years ago when Henry had disappeared forever, all of a sudden. The child’s appearance had been just as abrupt. Just an infant about 1-year-old, Langley had found him one fine morning sleeping peacefully with dirty tear streaks down his cheeks as he was about to start his daily morning stroll. He had no belongings save a little blue umbrella. Taken aback greatly and overcome by pity, the teacher had brought the child home. Upon enquiring at the local orphanage, no information on the tiny foundling could be gained. Langley had had then no alternative other than to consider the babe a little piece of miracle and to take upon himself to bring him up. This episode had occurred nearly 10 years ago.
The teacher and the foundling grew attached quite soon. Langley adjusted to his paternal role quite well and got Henry admitted to the school where he taught. Every evening, the sight of the two returning home would be a happy one to behold. Langley’s storyteller would come alive more vividly in front of Henry. Whether it be bedtime, a quiet weekend picnic or a walk homewards, mythical creatures, ghosts, and such other fantasies would keep the duo busy. The spaniel too with keen eyes, ears cocked up and a wagging tail would try its level best to comprehend its masters’ lively discussions. And so it went on- the serene and happy life- for 5 years. And abruptly came to a halt.
L up in a huff. “Mr. Langley! I can’t see anything ow the boy Sir! Been lookin’ for him all around...” A thorough search was conducted in the bad weather. The police were called in. Search parties were sent out into the mountains, in the nearby villages for