Heels clacking across concrete slabs.
Back straight, chin raised, eyes downcast, hair falling across lip chewing face.
Sunlight glistening off glass, captured in red brick as families meander and cappuccinos wet leisure parched lips.
Skirt flicking across bare thighs whilst engorged nipples press determinedly against gauze-like blouse.
Fluttering wings run wild throughout bladder filled stomach.
Bottle green uniforms, shined shoes, children cavorting through water features under watchful parental gaze.
The drain.
Skirt raised to expose secret, naked me.
Squat.
Alabaster, thighs flung wide.
Butterflies, tension, release.
Wetness splashing against metal, heating well toned thighs, as raised voices and emblazoned security descends.
For Abigail
