Flash On Church Street (2024)

She didn’t look at me. She didn’t need to.

Not a sign. Not a reflection.

A woman. She was leaning against the worn stone arch of a closed bookshop, smoking a cigarette with the kind of unhurried grace people only have when they’re waiting for nothing in particular. Her sari—electric fuchsia—caught the last drop of daylight sliding through the clouds. For one second, the whole gray street turned soft and warm. flash on church street