I saw her from a distance. But I wasn’t quite sure - it’d been a while since I’d seen her last. This time she was much more thin & sickly, almost con-caved.
As I my car creeped closer it became inevitably obvious that it was her. It could be nobody else. The last I’d seen her, several months ago, she was 6 months pregnant. She didn’t even know when she was due. When we’d spoken previously she mentioned she’d been homeless for over 6 years.
But she was different this time- more disillusioned. Conversation was stagnant & distant. Her eyes less focused. Teeth more decayed due to the black matter rotting away at them slowly.
When I finally grew a dick & decided to roll down my window & talk to her I couldn’t believe she remembered me. “Hey, yeah, you took a photo of me once.” An easy smile slid across both of our faces. I asked her what she’d been up to these days & what life was like with her baby now. Her smile quickly knotted into an uneasy frown when she told me she miscarried. I guess she’s pregnant again, also.
It was Monday, June 16th around 8pm. The sky was glowing blue, every moment light was being lost. The light was about to turn green at any second, I could feel it. Time was running out. So I finally asked if I could take another photograph. She said yes. I gave her 2 bucks ‘cause that’s all I had. The cars behind me grew increasingly impatient & began to honk obnoxiously at me. I said goodbye & drove away without looking back. I didn’t even notice until the next stop light that I was shaking. Out of fucking nowhere a few tears leaked out. I don’t know why. I’ve seen way worse. But for some reason this just got to me.
I never even got her name.