Passion Pop

Emma sat with her rounded knees collected up to her ample chest and held her bottle of Passion Pop in her outstretched hand.

‘Come and have a drink with us, dogwoman!’ she called to Bec. Emma raised the bottle against the skyline. Rebecca smiled at them, whistled her dogs into the pens and trudged up the hill to meet them so that the three of them became silhouettes in the evening sky. Three young women, a shopping trolley and a bottle of Passion Pop.