Lady in Waiting

Her strong legs ran up the concrete stairs littered with newspapers and cigarette butts. Once out in the open, on today’s visit, the wind hit her with the grit and electric smells of a city. Her coppery hair which had been neatly brushed into a classic page boy flew out like a windsock over her face—an east wind from lakefront. But she didn’t care because just one more gusty block she’d be inside the calm and sweet smelling palace. Continue reading Lady in Waiting