She moved swiftly between the tables, like a dancer in a strange ballet -
Of course she'd said - of course you can have the soup -
At a nearby table, the wild eyed German was leaning forward, his chin resting upon the palm of his right hand -
He was wearing a torn Arran jumper -
He turned to the man sat next to him - I eavesdropped shamelessly -
James Joyce he said - he said I wrote Ulysses during the war - what did you do?
At another table, a babushka sipped a large glass of red wine -
The windows of Earthlights were steaming up -
The dissolute proprietor crafted a cappuccino -
The German was now talking about religion in schools -
How can people who believe some fairy story tell this to my child ? he asked - they need to be older to understand the symbolism -
I put down my spoon, warmed by the splendid soup -
In Institute Road, the gorilla wore a new crown -
13.00
Thursday 4 February 2016
Earthlights
Swanage
Purbeck
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