Urchins outside the coffee shop

Their noses pressed against the glass wall.
My turned spine and regular cappuccino.

The place was a fancy new coffee space Limited menu, digital orders, takeaways, very few tables & very steep prices.

Surrounded by glass walls and textured wood, I tasted the caramel in my cappuccino & played Mr. Cool all the while wondering when I’d work next. I was out of assignments, the city was under lockdown and I was running out of options.

That’s when I heard them. I turned.

Standing against the glass facade, urchins being kids and vice versa. Cat calls and attention seeking, not wanting nor expecting, except my attention.

They were being them.
I was not being me.

They shook something within me. I thought myself a writer, an artist.

The staff shooed them away. It didn’t matter. By now, I knew what I had become.

Published by appamprawns

soni writes about children and people in controlled spaces, in his quest for appam stew. homi writes in the hope of being able to buy prawns to make patiyo.

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