from a work in progress: Straddling Two Worlds

Sometimes I sit at a tea garden and watch the people at surrounding tables, those strolling by, hand in hand, often arm circling arm, babies in strollers, three generations of women laughing, their cay growing cold in their glasses as they tease the solo man with them about the dour expression on his face, smiles lighting up the air around their table, a stray dog lying belly up in the sun, feral cats slinking between the feet as they search for crumbs, their eyes studying the people at the tables, deciding who is the soft touch, who will drop a piece of cheese, a bit of bread, a slice of suçuk for an impromptu feast. There is a breeze from the sea and the sun warms the world and everywhere, for a moment in time, there is love and peace.

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