Saint or Sinner

        It was late and I was walking across a beautiful old bridge that was built in the 1930's. The fog was just starting to roll in. I saw her ahead walking towards me. She looked liked like a gumshoe that just stepped out of a 1940's film noir movie. She was wearing a gun metal colored trench coat that was belted around her slim waist, she had on a charcoal grey fedora perched jauntily over one eye. Half of her face was hidden by her long shiny Veronica Lake hairstyle - the rest of her face was hidden in shadows.We walked past one another on the bridge, she had a knowing look on her face and gave me a slight nod. I of course nodded back we did not say a word to one another. I stopped on the bridge for a moment while she kept walking, I saw her seemed stockings and her heels. She looked like she came in off of a time machine. The only sound I heard was the sound of a lighter and then I saw a large smoke ring floating above her head. I thought to myself is she a saint or a sinner? I turned my head and proceeded walking...that was not for me to know.