Cumica Cutter Grace D’Anca June, 2018
I economized with a medium coffee and
no pastry no matter how delectable.
Line longish, enough noise and motion to defray eye
contact with my neighbor’s mother in law swishing past
with steaming cups. Chatting with her is gawkish. I don’t
speak to her kids.
Waiting to pay I hear ma’am
can you spare a quarter, polite enough
over my shoulder. I see a youngish man weathered
and appropriately apprehensive about passing his palm indoors.
He leans askew suggesting a tumble into the queue.
Repeating his quarter mantra
softly, politely, hopefully. He wants to buy a cookie
a red velvet looking one. My mouth waters and I say no to the cookie
no to him. He reaches for the cookie, and I wrestle with tattling.
Another arm appears suddenly swooshing a fiver to the barista
A benefactor cutting the line, committing the ultimate kindness.
Then they disappear without a crumb.
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