Feel the weight of his arm against your shoulder through an inch of down and nylon. Feel it for two days afterward.
Shake his hand when he offers it because you don't know how to say no. You never knew how to and you still don't, your mother never taught you. She taught you not to follow strangers, she didn't tell you what to do if they followed you.
Reject him politely when he asks you if you'd like to get chips.
Stand there like a fucking idiot as he tells you to turn around to show him your ass. See his hands grope you through the air.
Feel his hands on you although they were never there. Dirty, dirty, dirty.
Ask yourself if there is anything you could have done. There is always something you could have done. Something you should have worn, something you shouldn't have worn. Something you should have said, something you shouldn't have said.
Today instead of covering yourself from neck to ankle in winter clothing you should have also worn a helmet maybe.
Today instead of being an Asian female you should have been born a white male.
Today instead of waiting for the bus by the main road like a normal member of society you should have waited inside Tesco.
Today you shouldn't have cried because it is not your fault.
It is not your fault.
Go home and take the longest shower anyway.
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