A sillouete strides by

Legs concealed

A turtleneck almost trespassing her face

She was a woman.

 

And she waited.

Her shoes clickety-clacked. Clickety-clacked.

It came.

 

Whistles and jeers,

Stares that stripped her bare,

cackles and jabs towards each other.

 

Just a few moments.

But enough.

 

She walked faster until they faded.

But her body became rigid,

And her hands formed fists.

 

Wishing that she could reach into their 

minds and embrace it.

To nudge softly

To touch it

Just a little

 

In a different direction.