The Fan
By Craig Billingham
Published 1 January 2021
Are you a fan? the woman said
and then sat down.
I didn't know what she meant –
I imagined she was famous.
I watched the back of her head
but nothing came of it.
I tried to read
but couldn't concentrate.
The bus turned left, then stopped
at my stop.
Standing to get off,
I blew gently on her neck.
(first published in Going Down Swinging, No. 27)