Alice

It had been months since I’d seen Alice and I felt compelled to see her again. She was a woman who liked surprises, so on the spur of the moment I got in my car and drove, heading west, chasing down the sun. But the sun won out and before I knew it he was smiling in my rear view mirror. Tulsa was just coming to life as I pulled up in front of her house. I walked down the cobblestone path past the well manicured lawn. The roses were in bloom on the trellis. When I reached the massive door I banged vigorously on the brass knocker. A well dressed man opened up and asked me my business. "I'd like to see Alice, please," I said. "Sorry sir, Alice doesn't live here anymore."