It was a rainy day, dawn hadn’t even broken when dusk
settled in. Her appointment was for 4, a
call on her way postponed it to 5.30. It
was pointless to go back so she drove to the address she’d been given. The parking lots was full, she turned into
the side street and found a spot half a block down. She turned off the engine, slid down in her
seat, curling up, warming herself, the pelting rain a million drumsticks
beating out a monotonous rhythm on the canvas roof, her lids grew heavy, she
fell asleep….
……only to be jerked awake to a thunderous knocking on her
window, ‘Ma’am, ma’am, are you alright? You’re not to be parking here alone so
late at night, it be not safe?’ She
blinked, sat upright, blinked again, this must be a dream, where the hell was
she, what was the time, it’s dark out, and how did the buildings and streets
turn into an ocean and the beach?
Charlee: "Hmm, when we had a rainy day here, we didn't go to sleep and wake up at the beach."
ReplyDeleteChaplin: "That's probably because we were hiding under the bed."
I have an unwritten book as well, friend Shadow … and it will remain unwritten just like the unwritten book of my grandmother and the unwritten book of my mother … a notion my rainbow daughter will never understand … May the circle be unbroken … Anyway … Happy New Year, hmmm? Much love, cat.
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