(Damn those misplaced modifiers – corrections made)
I am a Woman, what does that mean?
[flash fiction from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
A shrivelled maple leaf and squashed Tim Horton’s coffee cup blew simultaneously across the sidewalk as a gust of wind presaged another downpour from driven black clouds pressing down on the city’s highrises.
The bus stop was crowded; the 8:15 Downtown unusually late.
She waited until they were all staring and said to no one in particular, “Oh, darn, I’ve got a run in my pantyhose!”
She stood up, turned slowly to face the spot on the plastic bench she’d just vacated and lifted her leg to put her black knee-high boot on the bench. She looked down at her leg, running her hand under her thigh. Her skirt, which couldn’t afford any more hemming rose a few more tantalizing inches. Looks intensified; you could have cut the anticipation with a butter knife.
“Oh, I forgot, I’m not wearing any!” Deliberately, slowly, she lifted her leg a bit higher to slide her boot off the bench and pulling down desultorily on the black mini skirt, resumed waiting, standing, smiling at the street.
An older woman in a heavy grey coat and holding a folded umbrella scowled at the girl and said in a low voice, “That was uncalled for.”
The girl looked at the woman, smiled openly, sweetly and replied so all could hear, “Actually it was begged for.”