'Is it Friday today?'�
Tribe turned round slowly, cocooned in her coat.
'Ohuh?'� she said. Her remark was unheard.
'Of course.'�
She looked at the speaker. A girl with prominent cheekbones and a pair of green Dunlops that looked like they'd traversed the world four times over. A boy, with his arm swung around the girls shoulders, wrapping her in a warm embrace as effective as any coat.
'Thank God for that,'� he said, gazing into his girlfriends eyes.
They walked by, lost in their own little world of candoodling and whispering sweet nothings, seeming not to notice the alarmingly harsh autumnal winds, as they kissed softly under a tree planted into the sidewalk.
Tribe looked down at her numbed toes, clad in their usual dirty brown boots.
Swallowed a little.
She gazed around, wrapping her coat tighter and tighter around her body. It seemed ineffectual against the freezing weather.
A tall African man walked by her, brisk with his paper cup of coffee and his black cashmere scarf on the very point of strangulation. A young Hispanic woman trotted by in staggeringly high stilettos, and a pinched expression from the wind. She almost bumped into the beggar hunkered down by the entrance of a graffiti covered apartment block, strumming his beat up guitar, so full of soul that one of the strings broke.
'Aw, shit!'� Tribe heard him mumble. He scratched his grey hair under a cloth cap, and staggered off into the streets. Maybe to beg a few pennies off a unsuspecting tourist.
Tribe wondered why she was stood here, waiting for nothing to happen, nothing to come along. She was just that sort of person. Small, squat, with murky grey eyes hidden behind stern glasses, she was the sort of person whom you wouldn't expect much to come from. She didn't look like anyone special ' just another one of those ultra-ordinary people you walked by in the street and muttered to yourself, hey bitch, I'm fuckin' glad I ain't you.
The sky was darkening. The shops clustered along the sidewalk were shutting down now.
But, oh God, wasn't there any more to life than this?
Was life just about watching people come and go? Live and die?
Tribe's yellowed teeth chattered inanely in her head.
'F-f-fuck!'�
She turned on her heel and walked away.

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