Easter Road, Edinburgh

She was in her prime, her slender body is still intact, no wounds but her mouth. It is open and her teeth are red – red and jagged, like an impaler’s spikes on which many a tiny creature has squeaked its last. Blunt grey eyes stare ahead still, not comprehending, but blindly aware of something. Perhaps someone should move her, throw her into a dustbin or into someone’s garden. The unheeding traffic has completed its task and sweeps blindly past. – 2 – Here lies McPuss, hit by a bus. Requiescat in pace.