Fifteen Cafe Scenes (11 – 15)
xi. Hallelujah?
“She always brings
extra biscuits for God
and makes sure
there is enough tea
for His cup.”
She acknowledges
that His cuppa does
not runneth over.
It just goes cold
and is wasted.
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xii. Cold Feet
They are in love
it seems
and planning
their wedding.
Alles klar
until the mention
of babies.
She blooms
and flushes
and practices
her clucking.
The fear he feels
turns his eyes
dead and cold.
He plans his escape.
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xiii. Watch
An old man, arthritic and feeble
pulls and aged canvas roll from his bag.
He unwraps it with a wistful smile
and immeasurable pride.
With elegant solemnity
he passes the delicate tools
of his delicate trade
as an heirloom
- filigreed and shining -
to his disinterested grandson
who sees nothing
but an obsolete curio.
His interest only piques
when he checks his smartphone
and finds that antique watchmakers tools
fetch a good price on eBay.
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xiv. Racist Shit
I can see him seething.
Naked contempt
on every line of his face.
He stares.
With barely controlled rage
under his breath
he intones
"Fucking Muslims"
Their conversation falters
but soon regains momentum.
Louder, he repeats his oath.
One of the women
leans towards him
and with a cheery smile says:
"Actually, we're Sikhs"
Silence . . .
and then:
"Fucking Muslims"
She rolls her eyes
and sighs,
deciding not to give
this ignorant racist prick
another thought.
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xv. The Phone Call
She soon realises
that hot chocolate,
even with cream,
and sprinkles,
*
marshmallows
and a flake,
is not the portal
to happiness
she thought it might be.
*
Disappointed,
she makes the call anyway.
Her world changes.
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