Like a film spread
over the screen of the
darkened city of souls,
words clung smudged on
her lips, easily read.

"Can you help me?"
she sullenly breathed,
"I really am a good
woman in need of help."

"What can I do for you
this evening madam?"
I said nonchalantly.
"Take me away from
here," she replied.

The woman wore a
broad-brimmed hat,
long black coat,
red mid-heels,
and a pair of
drop-pearl earrings.

I said "Well, climb in,"
and I drove toward
the darkened station
as the city bedded.
"What's your name?"
"Call me Ebony,"
she darkly said.

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-28