An Ontigola Adventure

I walked through a field of red flowers. It was hot that day and my shirt stuck to my back. It started to rain thick black rain drops. I wondered to myself, is that oil? The flowers closed like eyelids do. But I kept walking on a gravel path. My destination wasn't aware of my upcoming arrival. The black rain drops fell from a purple sky. I swear I'm not color blind. It's just this place here. I remembered what my mother always said. You should always bring an umbrella, even on the train. I looked at the rusted railroad tracks. There came a hum from far away. A black crow approached. I was happy for its color. You better get out of here, he said and I looked at him. I'm sorry, my ears are clogged, I said and he laughed. We drank oolong tea that night under the awning of a Chinese bar. He mentioned his past job as a traveling car salesman and I ground my teeth. But all along that red field sat in my mind and I couldn't look him in the eyes. He could tell and before long we parted ways.