Missed Connection

Oh yes, I remember that night. It was the night of the 2nd, I was walking down Main Street wearing my hand embroidered trench coat my grandmother had made for me. The smell of her cinnamon wax candle still embedded in fabric. The pitter patter of the rain against the ground and my umbrella brought the world into a soliloquy of thoughts. My reflections in the neon windows of that gloomy Chicago afternoon as I walked past were my only escape into another reality. One full of hope and light. I was supposed to meet Tiffany there, a medium height brunette with an enthusiasm and giggle that lights up any room. Leaving a trail of strawberries everywhere she goes as if to leave the good times behind for those are fortunate to have crossed her path.

She did not show. So I went down to Rossies; a well known bar in downtown. Dejected from another stand up. I placed my order for a Black Russian bracing myself for another night alone...but then I smelled the familiar scent of strawberries and almost like a trail I followed it. Neglecting to pick my hat, keys, and wallet off the bar.

The trail led me outside where I saw a familiar woman getting into a Taxi heading somewhere other than here…