girl, 15 or 16, crossing at a diagonal at bathurst and bloor. beeline through traffic, not looking for cars, for bikes. i stop short, tire at her heel. she doesn't notice, her gaze focused three feet away - a moving target. "Heffer!" she's yelling. horning, honking. "Heffer!" almost baritone. loud.
on the sidewalk, another girl turns. braids pulled tight back on her head, headphone cords dangling. immediately, she flinches. immediately, she's sorry. slow eye close. brow furrow. her spine straightens, she blinks quickly, armouring herself against the building onslaught.
"good you know your own name." beeline is on braid's shoulder now, at her ear. "fucking cow." she steams past. smug. braid walks on, adjusts her earphones. i can't tell, as her back moves away from me, if she looks bigger or smaller. she does, i think, look stiller. poised.
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god people suck.
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