365 Creative Writing Prompts: Missed Connections

I saw you washing you Cadillac ,wednesday about 7:00 pm
we make contact eye twice please tell me what I was doing so I know it's you
I wait for you

found in a Craigslist Missed Connections post

I read the post a fourth time. It couldn't be true. How had he seen me? Most people's vision slips around me. They can tell that something is there, but their eyes never focus on my features. I'm like soap: a slippery and unnoticed essential of living. Yet he made "contact eye" twice. I remembered him well.

I wiggled my fingers over the keyboard, preparing my response. I had to tell him what he was doing. With a tug of my black hood, the perfect words flowed to me.

You were vacuuming out the back of a dark suburban, ignoring the "Wash Me" sign written in the dust on the back window. You were right. You wait for me. I'll meet you during rush hour tonight at Point of the Mountain. Go fast.

I posted the response, grabbed my scythe, and headed out the door.

Because I could not stop for Death--

He kindly stopped for me--

Emily Dickinson