In a Red Dress

Standing aloof in thought by the roadside, where traffic alternates by the roadside. Wondering why things are and what life had to give as time motions without emotions by the roadside. Do I cross or wait here? says a voice in my head, people passing by do not seem to matter as they go about daily business with fate as their witness truly, time and chance happen to them all… Suddenly, she came in a red dress that splatters on the road, like a red carpet, with people clamoring like its reception the traffic came to a halt and onlookers scattered about shouting, sighing, and screaming by the roadside. Only then do I realize I had been standing there with my mouth agape, writhing without words. Death has come in a red dress, and behold; it splatters on the road! By the roadside.