A glance

All from a glance.

Tramgirl has a crush. She hasn't had one for sometime.

I keep telling her to keep a lid on it.

But Tramgirl ain't that kind of girl, when she feels it she works it.
So I sat with Tramgirl as she wrote a letter to her crush.

It was the most beautiful thing I'd read.

“Will you send it?” I ask her.

Tramgirl picked up her letter and rubbed it on her tummy and said.

I don't need to.

“Why?”

They know.

“How do you know?”

Tramgirl leant forward and whispered.

I felt it.

On saying that she ripped up the letter and put it in the compost and quickly went to her room.

She's still in there.