Her given name was Sarah
however they called her "Red" because of her flame
colored hair,
she ran a diner on Hara Street
which was still open at this late hour.
Red liked to greet
her customers with a smile
while
offering them hot, rich coffee.
On this certain night her mood was blue
for earlier she had lost someone who
had meant some thing to her
And when "he" eased through the
door of the eatery on a shadow as slippery
as midnight oil he brought with himself
a scent of snow like old pennies
and ice.
The little bell above the door never tinkled though
Red didn't notice.
"Hi there. Hello." Said the man in black offering neither a smile nor a frown,
in fact his face was blank at all times except
for a brief glimmer of some thing way back in his
eyes.