Theres No Peace (A Short Lunch: Day 2)


I sip from the polystyrene cup. It crackles as I wrap my hand around it. It’s hot.

Steaming coffee just to keep me awake not that it’d matter as I look around the cafe. Screaming child as it’s neglected by its mother battling some one over the phone. Three workmen who sit huddled together in a corner booth smashing their forks down as they finish their food. Another woman doing battle over the phone, business type, clearly a deal as she shouts abuse.

Theres no peace at lunch time.


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