I got accosted on my walk tonight. I stood on the verge to
let a car come past me, only it didn’t. It stopped. And then the passenger side
window slid down, like passenger side windows do in films. That’s when you know
the director intends a sense of menace; it’s all about putting distance between
the driver and the accosted one.
(Accosted one. Gulp.)
There was a woman in the car who engaged me in general
conversation, like she knew me or something. I must admit, there was something
familiar about her, but there was also something about her hair...
It wasn’t long, but it was dark. Thank heavens she wasn’t
wearing a long white dress, I say.
‘I have to go now,’ she said suddenly. ‘If you don’t move
away from my passenger door, I’ll slide the window back up and your arms will
fall off. Just see if I don’t!’
I made some of that up, just by way of being peculiar. But
isn’t it a weird world when the best thing that happened to you today was being
accosted by a strange woman of ethereal beauty – with dark and grown up hair – who
happened to look familiar?
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