Lady in Red
I’m not sure what town it was in or even what route we were on. I think it might have been Connecticut, or somewhere near the Saw Mill Parkway. But there it was, painted in large red letters under a bridge:
ANNIE
I had never given graffiti much thought. I don’t know why, but this one stuck with me.
Who wrote it, and why? How old was he when he wrote it? How old is he now, and is he even still alive? How was he able to spray paint from that angle, and why did he pick red?
What was his relationship with Annie? What was it about her that he saw? Did she ever see it? What did she think about it? Did she know it was written for her? Does she think of that guy anymore? Does he still think of her?
Only one thing seems clear. At some point, he saw something in her so special that he had to tell the world. And there was her name, frozen in time, in big red block letters for all to see.
Regardless of whether he still thinks about her or she ever thought about him, I saw it, and I’m still thinking about both of them – wondering if it worked out.
