A DIFFERENT CORNER

I wondered if it was her standing on a different corner from the one where we’d first met.
She turned away as I got near maybe she recognised me. I wasn’t sure it was her but as I passed turning left out of Portland toward Brunswick saw that it was caught her eye and said, ‘alright?’
‘Yes, thanks love,’ she said.
Right into Moon Street from Brunswick and a short, thin woman wearing a black jacket, white knee length skirt and black high heels, walked away from a police car that had it’s red lights flashing and was parked at the side of the road.
There were people smoking and talking stood on the pavement by the car park where, the day before, I’d seen a pigeon get over a low wall.