I was again shambling down the empty streets of this gray, decaying city, trusting in my weary legs to find their way down the alleys, to reach my empty apartment, stinking of old smoke and with that cold and empty bed waiting for another lonely night. I was lost in thought, or maybe I was without thought, when a sudden drop of color appeared on the old and smudged parchment that was my life. When the straight lines and right angles made of asphalt and concrete were softened by smooth curves, the juxtaposition blinded me like a sudden sunset.
She came down a side street, right up in front of me. A crack in my lonely routine, she woke me up. That it was only a part of me awakening became quite clear when, after a while, I noticed that I had missed my turn, several times over. Like a will-o'-the-wisp, her entrancing light had led me down the abandoned alleys behind her. Hypnotized by the sway of her hips conducting a dance of her long red hair falling down her back, it was my legs that lead me right after her, no thought left towards home. But then it was her legs, long legs reaching up to her neck and clad in tight blue jeans, that started to pick up speed.
I realized. I was tailing her through the dark gray of this unsavoury city, I was way over line. With nobody else around, she must've gotten suspicious. With an inner sigh, I stopped. After one last look at her soothing movements I turned around in this empty backstreet, facing back towards the old gray.
That's when she