People waited for the bus;
People in blue and grey,
standing in the sun or sitting on the bus shelter's red bench - legs outstretched, carrier bags at their knees.
Impatiently fingering their belongings beside Sunday's traffic.
People dotted out in one's and two's from the red door behind which lies a buddhist temple with three gold buddhas.
One as tall as the ceiling.
People sat with wet hair from swimming.
Drinking coffee and nibbling flaky pastries.
A person struggled with her angry child.
A big woman with a short black, badly cut bob and a black suit jacket too big for her.
She held the child tight by her thin arm.
And shouted as the girl screamed.
Her straggles of blonde hair bouncing in the sun in rhythm with her yelling tongue.
An old woman, crinkled and wearing nylon blue, sat with her plastic bag and smoked a cigerette as the cafe man cut her bacon sandwich into bite sized pieces.
People sat and ate their lunch in the hot October sun.
A cheese sandwich, a halloumi salad and pork chops and chips.
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