She waited under the streetlamps
, grabbing the sides of her coat against the wind. She wore a little fur coat
, but it was as short as her skirt, which was to say, too short
. Occasionally, she leaned her head to one side as she looked around the corner at the Bank sign across the street,small lights flashing on and off-
Time and temperature- 18 degrees:10:46
Normally I wouldn't be out this early, I would wait till almost 1 before I started my rounds, but the weather had changed everyone's plan, mine included. It was getting colder and I was a little concerned everyone would be going home before midnight. That would be a pity. I had such a warm car and a warmer apartment. Seemed a shame to waste them, even if it was only for an evening.
I stepped out of the car and the cold wind hit my face and my eyes watered. I smiled at this natural response It reminded me of an old song:
"It's the little things that mean a lot...."
That was a few years back I suppose. I walk slowly toward her corner and when I tap her shoulder, I see her surprise, she hadn't heard me walk her way. Of course.
"Cold? Would you like to borrow my scarf?"
I pulled the long piece of silk off my shoulders and hand it to her- she smiles- How nice!
My thoughts exactly.