I am walking down the road at
a steady pace.
Busy road. London, late morning. Ahead of me is a woman
in high heels, red jeans and matching red jacket. Her shoes are going clack –clack-
clack, like a duck song. Beautiful woman. Her pace is similar to mine, if not
faster and self confident. There is one problem, though. She is blowing smoke
my way and adding to the menace of London’s polluted air, I can hardly breathe.
“Many women are smoking, nowadays!” I moan to the other lady
strolling beside me. Steady and springy and also click -click clicking her
shoes.
“So what?” She brushes my question as though an unwelcome fly
hovering over a cup of honey.
We carry on.
