Thursday, August 2, 2012

The Red Convertible


The young woman in the red convertible is very attractive. She sports long flowing hair and blood red fingernails, tapping to the rhythm of loud rock and roll emitting from her radio. I glance in her direction, not really paying much attention, yet taking note of her exuberant youth and carefree bearing. Ah, another young person, our target in this game of life and death. Wondering how to best reach them and marveling at her lackadaisical life, I look away and continue my thoughts.

Tap, tap, tap – blood red fingernails are making a staccato sound on my closed window. Slightly startled, I look up to see the girl from the convertible looking intently at me.