After Closing Time, A Librarian Broke The Man's Mobile.

He went out to the park, then, shouting at girls.

"I will kill your cunt," he said.

The water rippled out against the rocks and foam cups.

A glint of sun, now mid-drop, sparked off the heads of old psychology professors.

As he got into the distance, along the drift of bird-calls, bicycle bells, and families from other countries, the word "cockgrass" floated in from the wind.