Bedlam - Tuesday

[xp_daytripper]

The secret is to hit the right place at the right time. Just after lunch hour in whatever is the closest park is good. Weight-conscious secretaries, harried looking clerks, couriers on a break... they bolt their food and what they don't finish, they throw away without thought. She rummages through the discarded newspapers, foam take-away coffee cups, chip bags, until she finds a treasure indeed - half a cheese and ham sandwich, still in the cling film. She smiles as she pulls it out, brushing off an errant cigarette butt stuck to the bread . "Living in a mall? Dead easy," she tells the revolted-looking woman sitting on the bench nearby. Her blouse is the colour of daffodils. "And those fucking corn dogs will kill you, I keep saying." She bites into the sandwich, too hungry to notice when the woman leaves.