She becomes my unwitting companion during fresher’s week. I watch her from my dorm window as she shivers under the shimmering streetlight. I gaze at the gleam of skin peeping through the rhombus ridges of her fish-netted thighs. She stands apart from the other girls. A loner too.
I keep watch as she enters the dirty slits of punter’s cars and check she returns to her orange spotlight. That’s what friends are for. To keep watch.
Some nights, I count the diamond holes in her tights and wonder, if she glanced up, would she see diamonds or holes in me.
Fiona Dignan started writing during lockdown to cope with the chaos of home-schooling four children. This year, she won The London Society Poetry Prize and The Plaza Prize for Sudden Fiction. In 2022, she was longlisted for the Reflex Flash Fiction Autumn Prize and EHP Barnard Poetry Prize.