Dolly’s been waiting for a long time, and in all honesty, she is becoming rather fed up.
It’s been raining for a few hours. It’s of no odds to her, with her umbrella nestled snugly over her shoulder, keeping the wet away from her candyfloss coloured pin curls. Even so, the brick wall she’s perched on is getting slippery, and the constant drumming of the droplets on the plastic above her head is beginning to irk her. A few sly dribbles sneak down the back of her neck and trickle between her shoulder blades.