Their life is a parade of events not of their making.
A thin film of soapy floats through the air, shimmering with colour that fascinated all.
Two coats support orange heads ready for the night.
Two girls pose in matching outfits with faces that look the same.
Warm air from the street vent lifting their uniform skirts.
Waiting on the stairs.
Stay in line girl and follow that train. If you jump off you will be alone.
Three is moment of consciousness before adolescence.