Dressed to Die

It was the time of year when leaves turn gold and scarlet, almost but not quite ready to free fall into oblivion.

_I love that dress! No offence but I never thought you'd pull off burnt orange especially when_ Have we met? Your eyes

I hadn't wanted to go but she insisted, and being her brother I felt a sort of compulsion to attend her 24th birthday.

_Is that Nick? I haven't seen him since_ there's too much gold, too much red, blood red _You look like you could use a drink_ I'm sure we've met

The ticking of the clock was in my head always, the waiting for the end of the night.

_What's 24_ Alexander the Great unconquerable _he looks like bad news I don't think you should_ I've got to have you

When I got outside the leaves weren't in the tree but drifting in the night breeze.

_Such a good party, the music's really_ has anyone seen _Don't you like the music?_ I can't find _He does have a golden voice_ I should be getting back wait don't

At dawn blood red leaves covered the ground.