She Was Fading


The first words she ever spoke to me were: “Are you lost?” I told her no, but we both knew I was lying.

She took my hand like we had known each other forever and helped me into a taxi. She was young and had big green fawn eyes.

I asked for her name, and she said she didn’t have one. I called her a liar and she just nodded. She called me Tom so I called her Delilah.

“Names are dangerous.” She said to me, so it must have been true.