A girl sits at the bus stop ahead, a silhouette in the glare, except that her hair is very red, very curly, cut short at the sides. Almost a mullet, but it’s fluffy at the front too. Her head bends as she looks at her phone. One leg stretches in front, the other tucks beneath the seat to form a triangle, whose apex is her knees. A white bag nestles beside her.
She stands and emerges into the sunshine, ready to catch her bus. A Goth girl. Short black skirt. Big black boots. Black jacket. Black stockings. Black garter above one knee.
Crossing the road I see her again, sitting upstairs as the bus waits at the lights. A phone appears suddenly. Her eyes flash and amusement lifts one corner of her mouth. She snaps the selfie.