The Cafeteria - B
As I sat at the table in the cafeteria I was eager to feast on the food staring at me. I was oblivious to anyone around. A hysterical laughter caught my attention and pulled me out of my cocooned world. I looked towards the direction from where the laughter came. There were three men seated deep into a cesspool of friendliness. It wasn’t that that was the highlight of that summer noon. It was the table adjacent to theirs. I was frozen for some minutes. The old lady and the young lad in the middle of a conversation threw me off balance. I could see my grandmother talking to me, telling me pastime stories and teaching me my fast-eroding culture. I could hear her calling out to me to come to her garden to aid her in transplanting her purple flowers. Tears streamed down my eyes.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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