Walking back from the cinema,
It was really cold.
I have a fast cold walk,
The air gets in my bones so I walk almost leaning forward,
The rain coming in at an angle.
My mates were sharing an umbrella, I had my own – a small one.
It was dark and I was about 50 metres ahead, trying to get my blood pumping.
Two men in their forties or fifties, grey coats, one with a cap and stubble:
“You’re a sexy little minx aren’t ya?”
I pretended I hadn’t heard, kept walking.
“Fucking streetwalker” under his breath.
I led in bed stewing all night.