The Ruby Window

The front seat of a large dark saloon car parked in Manhattan late at night, a rain-wet windscreen glittering with orange streetlight and red tail lights, the dashboard dark, a wrist in a black dinner jacket sleeve and white shirt cuff resting on the thin steering wheel rim, on it a wristwatch with a cushion-shaped case of brushed gold four centimetres long, a large ruby-red and black display window filling its face, a narrow gold push button below, a bracelet of broad gold roller links, a fingertip of the other hand pressing the button, a few soft red glowing bars out of focus in the dark window, the case plain and smooth.