Their gossip falls from their mouth like dense smoke and snakes and swirls round their ankles like a cat. It comes thick and fast, like smog belching out of buildings. I cough. At least I'm not chocking. They open the door to the bathroom, and the smog rushes out around my ankels, chilling me. They move fast in the hallway and the smog thins out behind them untill I can't hear it. I try to wash my legs of it in the sink, but no matter how I scrub, they are stained. I cough, and emit a puff.
March 1, 2010