Lady in the Green Dress

Lady in the Green Dress She walked into the room and I sensed a sudden, imperceptible lull in conversation. My gaze was drawn to her, and for a brief moment my eyes met hers, and then she turned away. Wherever she walked a path opened up before her - like Moses parting the Red Sea. I remained transfixed as she sat at the bar and ordered her drink. Gimlet on the rocks - I could see the onion in the glass. She sat with regal stature and deliberately sipped, gently caressing the glass with both hands as if it were some precious object. She laughed suddenly at some joke told by the bartender, as he leaned into the counter to be nearer to her. She set the glass down and he took it and gave her another. I lost all sense of time while mesmerized with her view. Momentarily I gazed down, and when I raised my eyes back to feast once more on the object of my fantasies she was gone - vanished without a trace! Astonished I came to the bar... "What happened to the lady in the green dress? She was here a second ago." The bartender gave me a blank stare and I noticed that the stool upon which she had sat was the only one at the counter with a broken seat - unusable in its present condition. Had I dreamed it all in some alcoholic stupor? The experience was too vivid - I could not believe it a fantasy. I came back every night for a whole month but I never saw her again. I fear whate'er it was that happened to me shall ever remain an unsolved mystery. 3/21/2002 Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Mar 21 2002 05:42 PM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl    0 • 10