Laser beams we're about to awesome all your dreams
Actually, yes, she wants to shoot back, but he’s a being a dick and Wessex is very much over this kind of conversation. Over people like him. So she stands breathless and as still as a statue and lets the man pass by her, the only movement in the tracking of her eyes. She might have let him go on his way to find conversation elsewhere until he dropped the cigarette butt on their street.
Littering. Lack of courtesy. Assumptions. No, she doesn’t like this stranger at all.
Right before he passes her she reaches out for her shadow, calling it up from the road to try and trip the man as he walks past - grab at the toes of a shoe, stick to a heel, or perhaps pull the back hem of his trousers. If he trips - if he stops - he’ll find her in the same position: facing away, arms still crossed, feet still as they were when she stood in front of him.
Littering. Lack of courtesy. Assumptions. No, she doesn’t like this stranger at all.
Right before he passes her she reaches out for her shadow, calling it up from the road to try and trip the man as he walks past - grab at the toes of a shoe, stick to a heel, or perhaps pull the back hem of his trousers. If he trips - if he stops - he’ll find her in the same position: facing away, arms still crossed, feet still as they were when she stood in front of him.
WESSEX
