Golden Haired Girl
She sat there in a grey beanie, tan sweater jacket, black sweatpants, and slippers, leaning against the wall, glued to her phone except when cars passed and other noises triggered her instincts to look up and survey her surroundings. Then back down to the phone. She automatically fished out and hit her vape, then shoved it back into a pocket. A Macy’s bag next to her. Blonde hair down to her back. In her forties, or maybe thirties.
Tattoo on her right shoulder of a bird on fire, washed out, needing to be retouched. Tattoo on her right wrist, a band of some kind, needing to be retouched.
She looked up again. Back down to the phone.
Then I left, wanting to know more.