Moment Number Four

From the longer 'story to be'  Gresley Station

Doris, Gresley Station

Doris was next in line, well not quite in line as everybody else was taking refuge from her.

Doris was quite unique, she cultivated body odour and made it an art form. An astringent pervasive cloud that hung around her like an overcloud. Getting within "the zone" made every mucus membrane in the body heave with agony, turning a human into a mewling ball of snot and tears as the cloud infiltrated deeper and deeper, worse than pepper spray, far worse and now she was getting on my bus …..