As the black-clad mourner tilts toward her, Christina struggles to maintain her balance in the close space. There is a TWEEN on one side and a gentleman on the other, so she does what she can to STALL for time and space. All in a flash, she manages to steady herself, the tilting elderly mourner, and not knock over the girl and the gentleman. “Are you okay?” she asks. A pale and PASTY white face looks up, encased in a black veil and hat, giving off a vibe both ARTSY and eccentric. “Yes, dear, I am fine,” the voice in a androgynous middle register, the speaker elderly, and strikingly beautiful.

Georg’ann

Awakened early
Truck brakes squeak
TRASH cans rumble
Tossed along the street
ARTSY urban scene

Heather