sitting in the laptop cubicle aboard the Queen of Surrey
a duo of older women scuttle past as I open a new document.
"blank page," the first one says.
I laugh. "Well, you've gotta start somewhere."
"Totally blank page," the second chimes in.
I chuckle again.
As they scuttle on forwards, the second, with a bruised right-eye purple and black from God-knows-what, says, "she's mean. Dont talk to her."
I laugh again and nod,
"Okay."