Flirt

At the bottom of the street lives a builder with a fat, tired-looking wife, and a cheeky little boy so full of life he makes me grin. The builder has twinkling eyes and curly hair. In truth, I rather fancy him. Over the months, we have smiled in a neighbourly fashion, and now say ‘hello’ when our paths cross. Tonight, he walks past me on the hill and gives me a slightly shy, but sincere smile. ‘Hi.’ I breathe, smiling back, then walk a little bit taller all the way home.