Sitting on a bench one cloudy day a girl named Sal was lost in her thoughts. Her surroundings; a cyclist passing by on the road and a blind woman wanting to cross it. Everybody busy in personal thoughts and worlds when a bus came and stopped, coming to a screechy halt.
The man with the bag in hand eager to get on it, seemed drunk mid-day on double malt. A car Vrooming, driven by its owner, he was alone with an empty seat. A cop in a job which was very grueling, stood focused eyeing traffic, strangely upbeat. Jotting the license plate, doing his job well, it was his chance to bell the cat. He will harass the Vrooming driver; billing a Green Gandhi Note, and display his corruption ridden hat.
Coming back to Sal, sitting on a bench, lost in her dreamy thoughts. Flower in her hair, a dress with shoulders bare, she sat wearing a fruity perfume. Happy on first look, though she might seem, her eyes were covered in gloom. Her skin was pale, with slim fingers, her face with a pointy yet shapely nose. Her lips were pink, like dipped in ink, so what was wrong with her?
The road she was sitting beside, was no common road as one would call. Waiting in front of her home dressed in pink she was waiting for love forlorn. Her love was not any man but it was a she and 'a woman'. Societal fear, had now left her dejected for she was lesbian.
Good one