Her last known address was 59th street.
I stayed over occasionally, on nights when icicles fringed the railway arches. You hid in the furniture department till closing-time, then selected your doss… simple as that.
I liked a king-size, but Josie preferred an orthopaedic bed – bad back, you know.
That last night, I woke to the sound of cash registers ringing, murmuring voices, muffled footsteps, the swish of taffeta silk.
A tall, frock-coated figure loomed over me.
“No, that one, I think.”
We talk about Josie a lot, down at the railway arches.
She had style, that one.
Our talented hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields has been gracing the airwaves this week. I believe. Looking forward to hearing that. Friday Fictioneers invites 100 word stories in response to a photo prompt – some weeks it’s easier than others. This was not one such week for me.