Bud on the fruit.
In the street, I smell iced lolly. From behind a woman and her young son overtake me, one on either side of me . Both are biting into iced lollies as they race on.
The small face of a squirrel peeps over the edge of a rubbish bin on the edge of the Common. It has a cartoon quality. The squirrel scampers off. It stops now and then and looks back. Longingly, I wonder?