She didn't notice me take a photo of her. I had my camera lined up to take shots of the street, and then she walked around the corner.
Click. Click.
I liked the blue of her outfit. It reminded me of the colour of the sky on a lovely day. I wondered if she was wearing a bra? I tried to imagine what that would feel like hanging off my chest? Would it be like a flesh Slinky? Or human yoyos? Or plastic bags of liquid, hanging?
She smiled. I smiled back. And then she was gone.
The sun shone.
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