Death By Indecision

In her dark crimson cloak she had a childlike appearance "Little Red Riding Hood all alone." said Bill. A fine rain began to waft across the water Jean urged Bill to get going. Bill hesitated, he thought he saw tears on the woman's cheeks but the misty rain made him question his eyes. The wind picked up and whipped the cloak around her legs, but she just kept up the rhythm of her gentle rocking. What seemed to be a lullaby came to them in snatches on the wind.. ....... She was singing. The young lovers were moved by this lost woman child in the dark and lonely night. They almost went to her, but both being painfully shy they held back. Finally, a clap of thunder and a bright blue bolt of lightning decided for them, They ran for it! Huddling under the tin roof at the end of the pier They looked back.... ............. and she was gone.