A Lone Figure in Red

Simon Marks sat undercover in a busy café as it rained. The rain came down in buckets. The rain poured. It rained cats and dogs. But still it rained.

Sipping his deliciously warm cup of coffee, two sugars and a dash of cream, he admitted he had a bit of a sweet tooth.

Opening the paper he went to the sports section and noted with sadness and a now lighter pocket that his team had lost.

Sighing he glanced outside and saw a lone figure in red. It rained hard but the figure did not have an umbrella. She was coming closer.

He stared back down at the newspaper and tried to read an article. But he found it hard to focus.

The hair on the back on his neck had risen. A faint prickling. He did not see but he felt someone watching him.

He lifted his head from the newspaper and scanned the café. No, no one was looking at him. All were busy with their own business.

But the presence was still there. He peered out the window and was rather shocked to find a girl with a red dress outside.

Her gray eyes were solemn as the wind tousled her shoulder length black hair. Her pale white skin was water soaked and droplets ran down her body.

She smiled. She was now much more delightful with a smile on her face. Her eyes crinkled and one eyebrow arched up at him

Leaning towards the window her smile widened. Then suddenly with her light pink lips she kissed the window in front of Simon.

Straightening she stood still before a ghost of a laugh reached him. She winked at Simon.

He blinked.

But when he opened his eyes the girl in the red dress wasn't there any more. Simon sat frozen for a moment wondering if all that he had seen had been an illusion, a dream while awake.

That all changed when he saw a faint kissed window. On the window an imprint of her lips stands.

But she was missing.

Shaking his head in disbelief he turned his attention back to the newspaper, back to the article he was reading and back to the photo of a girl with black hair who had been missing for two weeks.