I sit here and listen, to my iPod. Thrash metal.
Midweek evening, flowers in hand. Love token? Peace offering? Commiserations? There is confidence in the posture but the umbrella suggests that this is someone who arrives prepared for a sudden turn in the weather.
One day, someone who looks like the man on the right will sit on the train, right beside me. It will be a lesson: do not render people so loosely, just because you think they’re about to move away.
More reading. This time in a black, combat-style jacket. Doubt it would last long in a military scenario somehow but that’s fashion for you. No idea what she was reading. Art of War, maybe?
Four across, seven letters; act of taking water from well, perhaps also with pen and paper.