Outside the School Gate

I am sitting on the pavement near to the entrance of my old secondary school. I am doing some work, drawing or writing. I don’t know why I’ve chosen to do it sitting on the pavement. People are walking around me. A coach pulls up, some children get on and it drives away. A muslim girl smiles at me, she is very young and heavily pregnant. We chat a bit. I like her. She is walking with her family. Her mum and dad catch up and she introduces them to me and I shake hands with them, they are nice and friendly. Then they carry on.