#2,501 A Lunch Break in Surrey

A tradesman sucks on his
sickly sweet vape – infant
sups [as if from a tip-able
cup] – red-haired & crisp
in this sun with his tattoo
mate at that wobbly pub
table [at it since eight] – a
local woman [flirty & too
quick to flash her tits for
their liking] is waiting on
their return [to finish her
off – she had chirped] – A
call breaks the silence of
this pub garden – work is
their constant master – a
cry of waiting customers
disturbs this lunch break