Marilyn's sweater

Chapter 1

It's 1967 in the big city of New York, Raining cats and dogs. The streets Lined with theaters and sky scrapers.
Two people walk the street,
There are fates to meet, But neither even knowing. that the other exists,
Cars pass by on the busy street-way. like a parade of metal, has girls walk about looking into store windows. Shopping bags resting on there arms, couples pass by hand on hand. Giggling, while men rush about. Doing god knows what,
Has a man (James) dashes down the side sidewalk like a bullet, passing buildings and shops.
He's dressed well. Black suit and tie with a gold pocket square his name sowed on
, slicked back black hair. And a silver watch on his right forearm. Disguising a small black widow tattoo, that he'd gotten on his 21st birthday.

He's rounding a corner.
Just about to reach his office building only a few minutes late,
When he sees a girl slip. Falling to the pavement unable to get back up.
James sighs to himself "I'm going to be late." He whispers, looking back and fourth. From the building that has given him one last chance to prove himself, and back too the girl.
He sighs running over too her.

He can't leave a girl like that.
Even if his job has only given him one last chance, it's just not right unchivalrous even.
"you ok mam?" He asks in his thick new York accent, leaning over and reaching out his hand. In a friendly jester
She takes it smiling. "Yes, but I think I've hurt my ankle."
"I'm sorry that's horrible. Do you need help getting anywhere mam?" He asks pulling her up and picking up her spilled bags of clothes. "Yes. the doctors would be great" she says in her sweet soft tone,
James looks her over.
She looks looks real familiar, but he just can't seem to place the face.
She's petite. Light blonde hair like a dream that goes just past her shoulders and curled into little ringlets.
A heart shaped face. And red painted lips, that look like they were dipped in blood.
She's wearing a short sleeved, blue dress. that goes down just to her knees. And a pair of white silk pumps. One of
Which heel has been broken,
She's shaking her clothing obviously not suitable for this weather. "Here miss take my jacket." He says shrugging out of it and draping it over her shoulders, she smiles weakly. She looks so young and yet. She looked tired,
Her eyes sunken in. As if she hadn't slept in days.
She smiles her red heart shaped lips pursed in a smile has she reaches out her hand
"My names Marilyn."