Lady in Red
In the evening light, she sat next to a fountain. He was taking a stroll. He sat beside her to have a view of the closing hours trudge.
“It’s a relaxing scene. Isn’t it?” he asked.
“If you say so,” she replied.
“I thought you’re seated here to enjoy the view?”
She turned to look at him. There was something behind her blue pigment-lined eyes. Something far deeper than words.
A car drove and stood by. She turned to look at him. She boarded the vehicle. It sped off.
He still sees her.
In his mind and his dreams.