Voyeur

Sitting with her head propped on one hand she stares down at her phone while the remains of a yogurt congeals in front of her.  Wrapped in the easily recognized Thoroughbred green and gold she looks blankly into the crowd accumulating in front of her eyes, but quickly diverts her gaze to the companion next to her when tapped on the shoulder.  The conversation is held in hushed tones, hunched around the table with arms folded across their chests.  Not believing what is being said she seems taken aback.  After their previous encounter in Northwoods she thought they would never speak about it again, but secrets like this cannot be so easily ignored.  She needed to plan how they would deal with their current situation, if anyone had seen what they had, or if she should just cut her losses.  Reaching some sort of conclusion she exchanged brisk, consoling words that everything will work out eventually she just needed to take care of something.  The companion leaves and she returns to looking at her phone with head in hand, sullenly contemplating the next stage in the plan.  The people bustle around her without a clue about she knows.  Leaning back she lifts up the stained sneakers now grey from trekking through muddied forest trails.  Her mind races with the possibilities from the conversation that just ended and how her day will proceed from here.  Getting up, she hastily packs her things while casting an inquisitive gaze across the room scanning for anyone who might have overheard then scuffles out quickly looking over her shoulder.

(Friday February 22 in Spa)