Thirty Days Of Julia: Day Fifteen

Beneath the awning outside BHS,
she spied a young couple holding a one-
sided row. The boy hunched his shoulders to
make himself taller. Stabbed with one finger.
Spoke close, so his spit sprayed in the girl's eyes.
She stopped me short with a pincered hand round
my elbow. Stooped to catch the girl's downcast
gaze. Mouthed: R U OK? Dragged me towards
the nexus of trouble. Me thinking: shit!
don't get involved. Then the girl shot a glance
that said: what the fuck you looking at, bitch?
Pointed us out as the boy turned to yell:
what's your problem? eh? And I felt the blood
drain from my face as she tightened her grip.