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.
appam stew n prawns patiyo 