Pic: a lone busker on the highline, nyc/unionsquarebackslide.com
It was a quiet sunny afternoon in the park. She sat on a bench listening to a busker. A drunk tossed a cigarette butt in his bag. It smouldered.
‘Do you know your bag is on fire?’
‘No, he replied, smiling, ‘Hum a few bars, I’ll pick up the melody‘.