Behind

The village shop was 200 yards away. Two minutes walk; ambling... maybe three.

But in super-hot lockdown, one could be forgiven for taking five minutes.

She left dressed for the beach. But this beach was tar macadam, hence the red stilettos to match the tight, skimpy one-piece. Social distancing, she sashayed towards the shop walking down the middle of the high street, oblivious to traffic behind... and what a behind.... what was behind could ogle all of the behind in front.

At the shop, the polite men queueing were happy to let her push in front.

Wonder why?