Fantasy and Freight Trains

The spiral staircase made her high heels sing. San Francisco's nights treated her that way. Sophisticated vacation each Spring - Nothing seemed as romantic as the Bay. She met him on the wharf one moonlit night- Pretended to be one of high fashion. Her vacation spent in fantasy flight, Wrapped in her dreams and his intense passion. From here the City churches pierced the mist And foghorns warned of danger in the Bay. She would think of the times that they had kissed, And not tell him that she was from L.A. He opened her laptop, looked under "Freight" - He could hop a train almost anywhere. Now he could be in Bakersfield by eight. He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square. 5-10-18 for contest one , nine and sixteen...for Viv Wigley