Beams

“Fine day today”.

The women looked at him for a moment inquisitively, then lowered her head again to rummage through the content of her bag, undisturbed,

“The last time I was here,” he continued, “there was a very dense fog all over the town, and you couldn’t make out the person walking next to you the street from a foot away. But we are indoors now so that doesn’t matter in either case, and I am glad to be able to see you clearly.”

Beams - Garbadine