pub chat ii

She made her way back through the rapt crowd. They stared at the televisions suspended from the ceiling.
She stared at him. Her fingers flicked as she took her seat again. Her hair fell again. She cursed and pushed it behind her ear.
‘Fucking smoking ban.’
He rolled his eyes. She was already fiddling with another cigarette. [...]

on toast

He didn’t mind the rain. It peppered him, the tiny droplets settling and disappearing into the fabric of his shirt. He noticed it. He tried feel each individual drop as it landed on his head. Not to count, but to give each one its due. It occurred to him for a moment to seek shelter. [...]