Visible, not really

It was hot today with little if any breeze to speak of. The stale air barely circulating around the intersection was stagnant with carbon monoxide, diesel fumes, cigarette fumes and cigarette smoke. Thomas Rank had said that just yesterday lit cigarettes had been flung at him by three different motorists. Lena looked down at her new Ann Taylor dress shirt and matching pleated skirt and hoped to be saved from such an incident today. She thought this morning, just briefly, that perhaps her outfit, although a bit more costly than she could really afford, pale yellow with a subtle yet smart rise weave around the sleeves would add some cheer to the gathering. It was a solemn gathering though, tragic that it had to occur at all. But Lara hoped that the bright, positive hues would inspire a lively rally and bring some spirit into the small group. She bought the clothes just a few days before and was somewhat embarrassed to find that her regular size had increased by two. The paunch around her waistline wasn’t visible, not really. The Blouse covered it well.