People/car spotting

He stood at roadside entrance to the bus-stop on King Street in Wallasey.

It has Perspex sides, set within a concrete framework; with a corrugated roof that is covered with bird guano of many types

The stops situated almost opposite The Brighton Pub, with the Borough Department of Planning & Economic Development building is behind him

He is looking at the gargoyles on the roof of the pub, as dark clouds edge away the few white left in the sky

The first drops of rain falling on my forehead act as portent of the weather to follow.

“Isn’t it great, I’ve waited ages and now it promises rain.” he said aloud, watching the clouds above, bored from waiting for my bus.

And having lowered his gaze, he begins to watch the cars as they pass by. At first only observing their colour, the reds and the blues, yellows and green.

Then noticing their size and finally after several seconds, the face of every driver, as their car passes; and after a while, making words out of their number plates.

One car, a small red one, with a brunette driving, passes by where he stood; it moves from his right to his left

‘She has good cheek bones,' he whispered as she passed

Then the driver steers the car, first right, up the road adjacent to The Brighton.

As cars continue to drive past watch the little red car disappear up the road.

Time passes, as do more cars.

About ten, or so cars pass and then the little red car drive past once again, this time driving from left to right, in front of the pub and down the road, toward New Brighton.

Perhaps it's that he may want to believe, or perhaps it is an actuality, but sure she looks at me as she drives past.

She briefly makes him think of a software package he uses on his little laptop name Illustrator

In it you’re able to inport and export PCX file extensions.

They are picture files.. ..and just like that, he noticed her registration had ended with PCX, he noticed, she had gone up the road opposite..

“Oh my,” mutter momentarily, “She sure was a picture.”