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Lunch Cafe

At the restaurant, I noticed a man taking his meal he ate chicken with chips and salad, I had fried liver with onions, cabbage and carrots and no potatoes. In front of him a full glass of beer I wondered when he was going to drink it. He had coffee the glass still full, he paid got up and drank the been in one long gulp, finally, I thought of going over to thank him And there on another table sat Joao he had a full bottle of wine with his meal and it was only lunch time. no wonder he fumbled with the change when I bought a newspaper. Watch the TV, she said but it was too far away and blurry, I really wanted to go home and write about thousands of birds falling from the sky swarms of insect making it impossible to go outside.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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