She was walking down the street I take occasionally to get home. Tall, beautiful, blond with a bob haircut. She was dressed like a model, not a supermodel, just a model. Beige pants, an open darker beige trench, with a shawl like grey sweater. Perfect subtle make-up, and a perfect walk on heels and a cobblestone street. There were two things that stood out about this girl. One was the garish white plastic ipod carrier bag hanging around her neck, headphones in her ears. The other was the Sherlock Holmes pipe she was smoking. Pipe in hand, cradling it like a fragile baby bird, holding it delicately between her lips and puffing away.
It was contrastingly beautiful and unattractive at the same time.
What makes a woman start smoking a pipe?
Is it to stand out or is it genuine eccentricity?