Another window scene delivered with clarity and precision. A couple pass the window fast. It’s a warm afternoon. They are speaking in small shouts, which is why I look up. I look up in time to catch a still. Then they’re gone.
They were leaning forward in hurrying positions. She said, ‘Well, did I need to buy that ice cream?’
His head was turned to her. He said, ‘Well.’
She said, as though he’d said a lot more, ‘No. No. No. I just spend that $10.00. Did I?’
He said, (his voice fading) ‘it’s all good.’
So, the ice cream – it was necessary. And good.
Then, inside the shop, an lady bought a copy of My Goblin Therapist by Morgan Taubert, and said, ‘I shouldn’t come in here.’ I looked at her and her face was a lit lamp. Then she said, ‘I’ll be back on the weekend for the Vera Brittain. I said, ‘Ok’, my face, a lit lamp.