Stet by Ria Bacon

Friday, May 13, 2005

Bad Friday

I passed a woman in the street this evening. She was quite heavily built, in her 40s, wearing a shapeless skirt and flowery blouse with a crumpled collar. She had put down her bulging bags of shopping and was leaning wearily against a wall, with an air of complete dejection, her face hidden in the crook of her arm. I overhead her talking on the phone.
No, I can't.
I just can't!!
I'm covered in chocolate and stuff!

I turned back and stared.

She wasn't.