sadness

a female german student was raped. no. a man raped a woman, a young woman. she was waiting for a bus. a bus. a woman flinches as a man throws words at her. hurtful words. body language obscene. a friend. elsewhere a bus starts up. in it, a woman stares ahead. screaming abuse to get on. hot face. still painfully attached to a man who isn't there. every day i walk past the spot where someone's blood once formed a sticky flower. a woman trying to just be. a father, to prove he is right, fails to help, or care. this is not even the tip.
at some corner, i type the numbers. it doesn't really help, but i do it anyway.
the cashpoint asks if i want anything else.
i fucking do.
oh yes, i fucking do.