Latte, espresso, cappuccino. Helpfulness is next to godliness. Friendliness is akin to kindness. Cleanliness and white walls is much like peace. I came here to be alone with strangers and to type. You catch my eye, bring me things, realign the curtains and give me two passes when I ask for just one. You’re younger than me, have dark eyes. At every other table, a woman holds her baby. The husbands wear black-rimmed glasses and have booming voices. You talk to them all. Here, I won’t ask for coffee because I’m too aware of my fertility levels. Redbush, peppermint, camomile.
Posts Tagged ‘espresso’
Day 8
Posted in Age: 21-30, Gender: Female, Location: Gallery/Museum, tagged camomile., cappuccino, city, conversations, creative writing, espresso, latte, literature, london, peppermint, redbush, strangers, writing on November 8, 2009| Leave a Comment »