Rain

Aislin ran through the rain, her white shirt soaked through to show a collection of star tattoos peppered across her chest; heels clacking against the pavement; yesterday’s newspaper held in place of an umbrella; hair matted to the sides of her face. She looked to the sky with eyes closed and smiled at her mid-day shower. People watched her run past, and men cat-called. Some women smiled, while others turned to girlfriends to discuss the vulgarity of a woman being pleasured on a city street. Aislin laughed at all of them huddling under awnings and shop doorways.

She stepped inside the gallery and shook the rain out of her hair as a dog shakes off a bath. Puddled rainwater gathered at her feet as she waited for a staff member to appear.

Photo: Ragdoll-x3