[NON BLOG] Ruby Red in the Night
Oct. 31st, 2005 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldLate in the evenings, or on weekends, the Dufferin Street bus tends to run irregularly, each vehicle a dozen minutes apart or more. I just happened to miss the first southbound bus that I saw, crossing Bloor just as the bus pulled up unapproachably far away ten metres to my north. And so, I continued walking south. I even make it a bit of a game: How many stops can I travel before the next bus comes? Sometimes I can make it as far as College, once or twice I've even made it most of the way to Queen Street.
While I was walking south of the Dufferin Mall, walking on the west side of the street, a quarter past eight, I saw a ruby red point source as a woman passed by. At first I thought that she was carrying some sort of electric torch, something as part of a costume, but she was a middle-aged woman not in any costume. I kept walking, and then I saw it again, dancing on the hedges and the walls of houses. The light, energetically red, was coming from behind me, aimed from the other side of the street at a point roughly on the same level of my head. I sped up my pace.
Fifty metres from the TTC stop at Dufferin and College, I phoned 911. Yes, as the over-busy and likely tired emergency operator said, it was probably some kids just goofing around. If, though, tomorrow's papers are full of the Toronto Hallowe'en Sniper, they'll have that voice recording to fall back upon. This electronic spoor, too.
While I was walking south of the Dufferin Mall, walking on the west side of the street, a quarter past eight, I saw a ruby red point source as a woman passed by. At first I thought that she was carrying some sort of electric torch, something as part of a costume, but she was a middle-aged woman not in any costume. I kept walking, and then I saw it again, dancing on the hedges and the walls of houses. The light, energetically red, was coming from behind me, aimed from the other side of the street at a point roughly on the same level of my head. I sped up my pace.
Fifty metres from the TTC stop at Dufferin and College, I phoned 911. Yes, as the over-busy and likely tired emergency operator said, it was probably some kids just goofing around. If, though, tomorrow's papers are full of the Toronto Hallowe'en Sniper, they'll have that voice recording to fall back upon. This electronic spoor, too.
