NO NETS TO TWITCH

‘You’re just a sadistic bitch gets off on men fighting over you,’ he shouted from the corner of Jamaica and Spring.
I looked to see who his words were at and saw a woman top of the alley runs between Spring and Dove Street turning round face him before the person with her put their arm round her shoulder and gently, it seemed from here, guide her further into the estate.
The man’d shouted was white and wore a light coloured shellsuit and a white peaked cap. He drifted left on to Jamaica with four or five others one of whom was pushing a pushbike.
The woman’d was black, had long wavy black hair parted one side and wore a short sleeved light pink top, blue jeans and white trainers.