The Woman

6 Dec

She sits upright, wide bright blue eyes staring straight ahead. Grey-streaked hair is clipped neatly back with a red clip. Hands, clothed in fingerless, fishnet gloves, clutch a Louis Vuitton purse. A girl motions to get by. She doesn’t move. A spike-haired boy in a standard issue band tee types an essay. She stares. A couple sit at the next table, ignoring one another as they sip their respective drinks and stare longingly into the abyss. She stares. A dashing man with perfectly-parted hair dives into the latest Douglas Coupland novel. She stares.

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