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The Hourglass

She and he stepped off the train ahead of me and I couldn’t miss the figure. She wasn’t shaped like the oft cited hourglass. Rather, she defined it. They carried on an easy lovers’ patter but she looked like his big sister. Her swaying hips bumped into him every few steps. He had the kind of walk that said ‘Don’t mind me, I’m a nonentity”.

She wore her deep blue jacket tucked in tightly at the waist. You could tell she had been watching those TV fashion shows where women are spurred to tuck it in at the waist. It suited her well it must be said. Her hips were quite round but not overwhelmingly so, just enough to make you want to put your arms around them. He put his arm around her waist. It was he who would have a way with her tonight. Yet he had the kind of body that should not have set a filly on heat.

Her skirt stopped just above her knees exposing two shapely baseball bats. To be sure, her lags were sturdier than bats but more elegantly so. Her walk mesmerised me. She and he got on the escalator. She had the step above his and laughed at something funny he had said. As he turned towards her, I caught sight of a pale florid countenance bounded below by the beginnings of a double chin. He had the kind of face that can’t set a night on fire. He put his head on her bosom. Ten years ago he wouldn’t have stood a chance. Why now? The hourglass came back to mind.


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