Transported In Public

There was only one person outside the church gates, so it had to be her. I was five minutes late, and she had the look about her of someone impatiently waiting for someone. I didn’t cross the road. Instead I took out my mobile. The message I sent was succinct. “I’m here.” Her name was Kate, or at least that’s what she claimed. She was wearing a knee-high pencil skirt and black nylons