I was meeting her at the end of the road

The sun blasted through the Rorschach leaves of the maple trees

Bursting through in spots and splatters

Throwing a Jackson Pollock on the walls of the factory

The scream and wheeze of people felt as alien as ever

Everyone looking down

At the screens of self imposed loneliness

They held in their hands

Suddenly from the monochrome horde

An explosion of claret

She is wearing the red dress again

My breath quickens

I throw myself through the seething mass of humanity

Ready for her

I arrive seconds after she disappears

Eaten alive by the mundanity surrounding us

Another one slips through the net

On the street opposite

An old man lies down to die