Waiting For Resolution

I can understand why no-one had noticed her. Well, I’m sure a bunch of people had noticed her, but ignored her. If you work in the inner city, you have to learn to ignore homeless people, or else you’d never reach your destination.

But usually someone living on the street, if they weren’t high or in a dramatic part of their obvious mental illness or whatever, would be wearing a lot more clothing than she was.

So I stopped.

“You ok?”

She suddenly sat up and clicked a stopwatch.

“Seven hours and thirty-four minutes!”

I don’t think she proved much…