True Halloween Drabble

I sat on the stool, legs crossed, in the closed bar, idly holding a drink, the bartender counting the till. Ellie, in a cloud of cigarette smoke on the next stool, saying she wore mens' suits and ties at work. My black knit dress, flowing silk Moschino scarf, wig, even stockings would all carry the memory of it later.

We spoke of parades and movies and gender politics. The Halloween decorations looked down on us, motors bringing some to life now and again.

I took my leave. Jerry let me out the door, kissing me on the cheek goodnight