Jennffer

A silver whistle hung from her neck.

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Copyright © 2011, Michael M Wayman

She came in just before six. “I've been on the playing field all day, didn't have time for lunch.”

She was wearing white socks, a short, pleated, black skirt and a white blouse. A silver whistle hung from her neck. She had dirty knees, sweat stains under her arms and her hair in a tangle. She removed her clothes. “I need a shower.”

“No.”