what's the story?

Every once in a while I stumble upon a scene that just feels like a story happened here.  I'm in Des Moines for a conference this weekend and got up early for a walk on a nearby trail.  I came across this: a piece of clothing, a red blousey thing on the trail, almost under a bridge.  I don't know any more than what you see in the picture.  It's an odd piece of clothing, in an odd place.  It's hard to imagine a good scene where this would have been left behind ... but ... who knows?

Because of this conference, I don't really have a story to post this week, but look at the picture, and write your own.  Share it if you want to.