I’ve seen my share of stories up here where I stay. I can’t complain. The view is awesome and my neighbors are extremely colorful.

Allow me to introduce myself: My name is Reddlight, but my friends just call me Redd for short. That’s red with two D’s mind you.

My address reads 7th and Slade.

I am not really the favorite of bunch, but I seem to grab ones attention more readily than my two other hued comrades. Don’t get me wrong. They do their share, but they sure don’t stop traffic like I do. That was a joke, get it...Stop traffic. I know, I know. I will stick to my day job.

Back to that...One of my fondest moments at 7th and Slade happened quite by accident. To use that term loosely. I think it went something like this. It was a beautiful autumn day. It had to have been late October because the leaves were falling & the breeze was cool. She had her window rolled down enjoying the scent of Fall when something caught her eye. Only for a second did she glance sideways, but that was all it took for me to come to life. And then it was too late. She didn’t see my warning and by the time she her gaze returned to me...He was there and so was she.

Metal connecting, tires screeching, glass shattering. It was over before it began. As he looked up and saw her, all he could think was..Is she ok?

You can call it what you want, but I like to call it fate. They were married exactly two years later at the very same spot they first met.

I had a front row seat.

And I stopped traffic just for them all afternoon.

10/01/2007

Author's Note: the prompt was ~ red light

Posted on 01/30/2008
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