[2] – Coffee cup
The boy turned to apologize
He fumbled with himself as he looked at
The girl’s white coffee stained sweater
Before he realized that beside the books
That she was holding
She held a small coffee cup
Much similar to the one spilled.
“Why is she allowed to bring drinks?”
His tone shifted to unapologetic
Almost hostile, towards the shopkeeper.
The old woman pointed at the girl.
“She’s an exception.”
The old woman pointed at her coffee stained carpet
“She’s careful.”
The boy looked at the girl again
With her hair undone and her
Black framed glasses sitting on the top of her nose
A pen tucked away by her ear
Her lips sealed and eyes looked
Down towards her untied sneakers
And shaking fingers down by the pockets
Of her worn out skinny jeans
He realized that the old shopkeeper was right
“She’s careful.”
YOU ARE READING
Pluviophile
PoesíaIt was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51
