March 9, 2005

I feel this way too sometimes.

It is some ungodly hour. I hear screaming outside and go to the window. There is an elegant older woman wearing a long dark coat with a hood standing in the middle of Sidney Place braying at the trees. She catches sight of me in the lit window, throws back her head, and lets out a deep howl that sends chills up my spine. Then she runs towards Joralemon her coat flapping like a cape in the wind. She is silhouetted against the snowy streets and runs until out of frame. I hear her screams fade in the distance and decide it is definitely time for bed.

And they say nothing interesting happens in Brooklyn Heights.

posted at 04:18 AM by raul

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03/09/05 12:48 PM

I swear I saw the same woman in DUMBO. She must have drifted over from our neighborhood and gotten lost.

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