I´m in a a cafe. Trying to write something. I see an elderly man sitting on a kitchen chair outside his house on the sunny side of the street. A woman standing next to him, his friend Karen usually stops and talks to him when she walks her dog.
Chinatown, NY, April 9, 2011 at 1:05 pm
"Hurry up, I cannot wait all day," Sam said, Nancy closing the car door and run into the Cafe Oro.Behind the counter, a young waitress, she fumbles with espresso machine. Finally, she hands over a cafe latte to the woman waiting at the counter. The woman asks if they have the cup cakes she heard about. The waitress explains that there are cupcakes with frosting, one kind is the chocolate and the other with fresh strawberries.
Nancy hears the car horn from the street, hence deciding to call Sam.
"I'll just order."
"I want green tea and a tuna sandwich. Hurry up now."
"Do you want tuna or egg with anchovies?"
"With mayonnaise of course." He hangs up.
The waitress hands over a sandwich, on a napkin and a cup cake with chocolate frosting to the woman. She should not eat cup cakes, Nancy thinks, ordering sandwiches and green tea for Sam. A Coke and a lentil salad for herself. The phone rings again, Sam would rather have his tea cold.
"Excuse me, can you make sure that I get cold green tea, not hot?" says Nancy.
She walks towards the mirror at the back of the room, takes off her sunglasses and wipes the runny mascara with a napkin. She lifts the cap and puts on two coats of concealer over her bruises.
"Here is your order, ma'am." The waitress hands over the bag, Nancy pays and hurries out on thin legs.
Sam is on the phone, she sits down, smiling. Thinking that it's nice that it all worked out, a Sunday picnic and everything's bound to get better.
Bang, the hit was so sudden that the cap went off and the glasses fell to the floor.
"Hey, I've had enough of you. Out, out of my car. I said cold tea, not hot."
Sam pulled her out of the car and threw the paper bag with the food after her. Drove away.
"Can I help you?"
The old man rose up from the chair outside his house. His friend leaned towards Nancy and helped her up. The man took the bag and put back the thrown around food.
"Come sit with us"
Poetry by Onwards
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Written on 2011-05-29 at 20:09
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