Footsteps

Footsteps echoed eerily in the fog,
Between the trees, behind the fence,
Past a woman walking her dog,
Clipping the heels of wing-tipped gents.
They stopped below a lone street lamp,
Waiting for someone in the sulphurous glow,
Impatient stamping in the cold and damp:
Prelude to a tentative hello.

Enveloped in overcoat and a swirl of mist,
A match glowed faintly as he lit a cigarette,
Gripping the heated lighter in his fist,
The only warmth against the chill and wet
Of a gloomy Wednesday afternoon.
Worried she might not be there soon
And fragile resolve would crack,
He knew there was no going back.

Footsteps echoed eerily in the fog,
Between the trees, behind the fence,
Past a woman walking her dog,
Clipping the heels of wing-tipped gents.
They stopped below a lone street lamp,
A warm embrace in the cold and damp
And someone smiled in the sulphurous glow
With a confident hello.

Kim M. Russell, 2017

Image: phylor aka Lorraine

 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Finish off Friday #6: Footsteps in the Fog 20.01.17

It’s Finish off Fridays (FoF) time again – the flash fiction writing prompt that alternates with Sanaa’s Friday Music Prompt. Lorraine provides the picture and the opening sentence, we write an additional 100 to 150 words to complete the story, not forgetting to include the picture and the opening sentence in our posts.