Spark

Under a black pageboys cap, her choppy bobbed, copper-top hair brushed her freckled brows, her electric blue eyes looked up at me over a lollipop. A big silver ring on her coller steals my attention, it catches her interest, I stammer at her Craft styled outfit, all witch, half thrift. Early nineties, hot wired for leather with a minor oral fixation.

   "Lemme get yours instead." she says without much hesitation.

I wonder if I'll see her again.