She always crossed paths with weirdos. Julia was keeping a list of the strangest oddballs she'd seen while coming back from work. She had promised herself she would quit in the next few months once she hit that magic mark of five years experience.
Some kind of Grim Reaper cowboy stood nearby, a pace away from a lamp post. A creepy, pointless smile sat unhidden on his face.. He looked like a priest, missing only that tiny white swatch of cloth around his neck to mark him as a man of God.
Julia clutched her purse tightly as she power walked her way by him, very mindful now of her skirt and heels. He never turned to look at her. He just stood frozen on the street smiling as he shot western bad guys in his mind. Both wished he had been born in another time.
As Julia stepped onto her bus, she wondered if four years and eight months was enough.
Brass bars slammed shut against her door, and pastel violet curtains closed across Julia's apartment window. The television turned on and then off again before the the news anchor could speak a word. Falling asleep, Julia dreamt she was riding. Riding alongside a man who gave her more clues that he was not a priest.