Inclement Night

Whether through pity, or just a desire to have her boots cleaned, I cannot tell - but whatever her motivation the bright, young woman spends several welcome minutes with me on this lonely, inclement night, even though it must be well after midnight! She does not speak to me, other than to order me to lickshine her boots, though at one point she does crouch down to my lowly level in order to contemptuously blow her cigarette smoke in my face. She does so, presumably, in order to remind me that although she may be keeping me company, she most certainly is not my friend!

All too soon she turns and leaves me. She is much too good for me to be allowed to spend any more time with her. And the same goes for her boots and socks! I can hear her boots splashing through the puddles as she walks away from me across the square.














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