The traffic lights trapped us yet again.

“Quick! Wind up your windows!”

Dressed to catch the eye, purple stretch slacks girdled her belly. Lime green sandals bobbled with doohickeys to tone in with the lime green in her floral shirt. Her grey roots needed touching up but the platinum blonde idea was intact, with a lime green cutiepie slide holding up a drooping wing of hair. Bright red lippy slashed across her mouth, as rheumy eyes picked us out from among the cars waiting for the lights to change.

The children giggled nervously, with eyes wide open, as she knocked on our window.

‘Got any cigarettes?”

Why she scared me I’ll never know, but as I drove off I flung a fistful of change on the road, resolving never to drive that way again.

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