spring 2012

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Woman On A Rainy Night
spring 2012
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Woman On A Rainy Night

original painting by: Bill Rogers

So one time my whole immediate family were driving north on I-75. It was one of those nights where someone has to ask "Are we there yet?" That particular night it was very rainy. A sort of Large Marge night if you will allow the comparison. We looked for roadsigns to read through the rain on the window glass just to see what we could make out and so we could see how close we were to the nearest town. We were pretty far between any major town and if anything would have happened to us on the roadside it would have taken forever to get any place for help. This was in the time before cellphones. Anyway, at a certain point we saw a bright-colored something up on the left side in the brights. Here, in the middle of nowhere was a very angry woman, in a raincoat, walking at a brisk pace. She had a look on her face that revealed some inner turmoil. Our first thought was that something happened to her car and we all looked around to see where she might have left it, but no car could be found. The whole encounter had this air of strangeness to it. So many questions. Who was she? Where was she heading on foot at night in the middle of nowhere in the rain? At least she had a raincoat on, but by now she had to be drenched. So, at some point after we found a sign that announced something like 10 or 15 miles till the next city. We kept going with thoughts of that poor woman in our head, but things fade and by the time we hit the next exit we had probably forgotten her. Then, a few minutes after we had passed the next town we began to see another yellow dot moving south on the west side of the highway. When we got closer we made out another yellow raincoat, but as we got nearer we were all shocked to see what seemed to us to be the SAME woman. Now we had been driving north the whole time and both of these women (if they weren't the same one) had been walking south at a brisk pace. It was only likely that we'd see the same woman if we had turned around, passed her and begun driving north again. Instead, we had continued our drive north and she was fast pushing the south behind us. And yet the expression on the face, her round red cheeks and squinted eyes and mouth hung ajar, all gave us to think it had been the same woman. But how?

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