Eckersbergs Street

Eckersbergs street The city was waking up, after a long winter. The street was to be swept the next day. Warning signs were put out; No parking. A couple of cars were not yet removed, waiting to be towed away. I was on my way home. After bed time, before closing time. I heard a loud noise behind me, a sign suddenly overturned. A girl, black hair. A white, high necked, sweater and brown pants. She cried; really wept bitterly. She walked fast, almost running. She went in the middle of the road. A police car came in from the right, drove alongside her. No crime being reported, it left. She stared right ahead, heeded no one. I didn’t know where she had been. I didn’t know what had happened. I didn’t know where she was going. I suspected what had happened; happened to her. Messed up hair, make up running. Sweater inside out. I hoped she had a place to go. I hoped she had a place to go; to. I hoped she didn’t have to be alone. I hoped she didn’t have to be alone; in the night. It can be a lonesome place; the night.