Ramapo, New York, a small town
Was rural ... to say the least
Where simple folks lived a simple life
And most residents could rest in peace
But, tonight was prom night and
The summer evening was unusually cool
As the graduating class of 1953
Gathered at their high school
Leisurely, through the winding hamlet
Jacky drove the only car his family had
And in the passenger seat was Jimmy
Wearing a jacket borrowed from his Dad
And with more boys than girls
That year among their classmates
They found themselves out of luck
So, neither one brought dates
They came upon the old Black Bridge
As the clunky car cruised along
Until a vision stepped into their view
As if she danced to her own song
"Hey look at that girl up there," said Jacky
Jimmy replied, "Yeah look at that girl up there."
With her long blonde hair and slender shape
Neither one could help but stare
The boys pulled over next to the girl
And she said, "Lavender" was her name
She wore a homemade prom dress
Matching the color, just the same
"I am going to a dance tonight."
Was all that she had to say
"Well," Jimmy replied, "Hop in."
"We are headed the same way."
She sat in-between the boys
Snuggly, shoulder to shoulder
Both Jacky and Jimmy could feel
That her's were noticeably colder
Tonight, the high school was hopping
Everyone was dressed up and so excited
And Jimmy couldn't wait to show his friends
The special guest who had come uninvited
But, Jacky knew Jimmy couldn't dance
He could never quite get it right
Now suddenly he can and yet somehow
Something was different about tonight
Lavender and Jimmy danced for hours
While Jacky looked on with spite
Then said to them both, "It's time to go."
When the music died just before midnight
After piling into the car they noticed
That Lavender now felt even colder
Even more so than before, so Jimmy
Gently placed his jacket on her shoulder
He really wanted to see her again
But, before he could even speak
She leaned in close to Jimmy
And quickly kissed him on the cheek
Lavender asked to be let out here
And Jacky said, "Alright, alright."
Not wanting to leave her all alone
At the bridge so late on a foggy night
She walked away with Jimmy's jacket
That was given to him to borrow
"Don't worry about it," Jacky said
"We'll come back for it tomorrow."
The next morning, in an end of town
Neither of them had been to before
They went about asking for Lavender
And knocking door to door
No luck to find an answer
From the kind folks living there
Coyly, they said, "Try that house
Dwelled by a woman with silver hair."
Curious now they drove along
To the only home left up ahead
Only one more chance to find her
For the end of this road was dead
The lady said, "Lavender was her daughter."
Puzzled now, the boys looked at one another
Because this woman was just too old
She had to be her great grandmother
For proof, she handed them a frame
With a yellowed photograph of Lavender
"She loved that color so much," she said
"And asked me to make that dress for her."
"Lavender was on her way to a dance
When so suddenly she was struck ...
Practicing her steps along Black Bridge
When she was killed by an oncoming truck."
"I tell you she was my daughter.
She died nearly 40 years ago ...
Go take a look around the cemetery
Outside of town near Ramapo."
And hanging there on Lavender's tombstone
Was Jimmy's jacket, the one and the same
All they could do was scratch their heads
And drive back the way they came ...
(Inspired by an old urban legend)
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2021
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