Tag: Red Sky At Night

Zai Deriu

Red Sky At NightSan Francisco, CAPhotos by Lauri LevenfeldStory by Zai Deriu

This story makes perfect sense, but it won’t, at least not entirely.


I don’t seem to be able to find the right words to write about the night in a fully comprehensive way. I don’t remember what I was thinking at the time, or what words were said, just feelings which may have accompanied thoughts at some moment in time, but have now dissipated into nothing. However, it feels like enough to me.


I was wearing a red dress that night. What other color would it be?

Weeks earlier, it had seemed to present itself to me in the store, catching my hair on the tag, as if to say that it was the one. That I remember clearly. I remember walking to the front of the clothing store and back-bending over the counter, so the electronic tag might be taken out of my hair with the little machine that was supposed to be used while clothes weren’t attached to their buyers, but fortunately for me, it still worked. I would have bought the dress anyways. There was no need for it to attach itself to me. 

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