Glam lady

I'd taken my photo for the day and was on my way to the station. Then she strode by, an incongruous sight on such a bitterly cold day, in a sensuous swirl of light golden silk dress, and a cloud of expensive perfume. Her sexy suede court shoes clicked rapidly on the tar mac. She too was rushing for a train. By the time I'd hauled my camera from my bag she'd almost disappeared among the dingy greyness of the heavy coats, anoraks and woolly bonnets that was Leeds. Totally oblivious to the cold weather, she'd wafted her 50s glamour among us for just a few moments, and then disappeared. But my camera had caught her, just, and her reflection.