He drooled. He actually drooled.
There I was, minding my own business at my usual window seat in Mokka. Saturday morning (early, of course), this was my ritual. Large latte, pain au chocolat, a glass of water. Yes, I know, indulgent, but heck, I work hard all week. This is me time, before I head off into town, to pay bills, do the weekly shop and then return home to take Lizzy to hockey practice, collect Saul from choir practice, and dismally, if I’m lucky, sit down for ten minutes before preparing dinner. We all eat at different times now that the kids are somewhat independent. But most of my non-work life still revolves around them and their wants and needs.
But I digress. The boy was drooling. Watching every morsel and sip that passed my lips. At first, it was an annoyance, this close scrutiny. But then the fact that I was still wearing my scarf, even inside the coffee shop, that my super-insulated gloves were laid out neatly on the table and this little boy was only wearing a ratty old T-shirt and threadbare jogging trousers niggled at my conscience.
I made a quick detour to the counter and ventured outside. The little boy was trudging down the street in front of me.
He turned round, his guilty look and the fear in his eyes haunted me.
“Sorry missus. Didn’t mean to…” He looked down, shuffling his feet.
I held out my hand. The triple pack of sandwiches balanced on my palm. “For you.”
He looked and frowned. “Don’t like cheese.”
I bit back the words. Ungrateful little sod! But no. He was only a boy, after all. A hungry, cold, little boy.
“Will ham do?”
“Yes, ta. Fanks.”
He wiped at his runny nose with his bare, skinny arm. “And some chocolate? And a drink?”
We all need to survive, somehow.
Here’s this week’s entry into Stream of Consciousness Saturday! Please head on over to Linda’s blog to read all the delicious creativity that can be found there. This week, it’s all about food! I love food, and it loves reminding me of its presence by clinging to my hips and tummy! So, I thought I’d take a look at those who aren’t lucky enough to enjoy it in the same way. I hope you enjoyed the read.
Thank you once again to Linda for creating this vibrant community!