Arlington Street

It was as if day had suddenly been taken by night. Abduction was the only word she could think about. Where had the sun gone? 11 o ‘clock. Street lights illuminated the aged buildings around her at intervals.  The air became more and more sharp as the lapse from the moment she had left the cab to the moment in which she stood increased. She drove her coat closer to her neck as she tried to avoid a gush of wind. If it had not been for her leaving her suitcase on the floor and having a spare hand, her  beret would’ve flied directly into the black Austin Healey’s windshield.  The classic flew right next to her just before making a chirp while turning right. For a second she thought that the automobile would stop at the corner and open the passenger’s door for her to pick up her suitcase, make a race in that direction and step right in. It didn’t happen.  Instead she heard the fainting sound of the motor.  Through her face crossed a mixture of anguish and disappointment, then, nothing. Expressionless she lifted the only thing she had travelled with and resumed her walk down Arlington Street. According to the map, this was it. She was meant to board the cab, arrive to that place, and walk down that street. And yet, she did not know what she was to find or what should she do next. Ahead of her awaited a blank paper page, a book not yet written. As she walked to the sound of her own footsteps, a familiar noise kicked in… from the end of the street came the roaring of a motor followed by a pair of lights. Her fist tightened firmly as a mixture of black and light came slowly to a halt.