Out of the side of my eye I watched as she fumbled around her bag. I became anxious that she was going to pull out a gun or something. I don’t think of myself as a reactionary, but you can never be too sure these days.

I was ready to jump when out came a flower!

She cast her eyelids downwards as if held in a moments private contemplation. She thread the stalk of the flower through the wire fence and walked off quietly in a ghost-like float, without so much as a flicker.

We stared at each other with a part bewildered part knowing look, what was that all about? What happened just there? But in a way we both knew.

She was gone.

We carried on.