Tag: symbolism

  • And then there were none
    2–3 minutes

    And then there were none

    Quiet, you could say. Sombre felt more apt. The aroma of freshly ground coffee wafted through the air, ensnaring me in its scent. A deep breath; the bitter fragrance coated my lungs. A long exhale; warm breath clouding the glass looking onto the streets.

    I was huddled in the corner of the cafe. Alone, slouched over my coffee, naked hands wrapped around the curvature of the pine-green mug, like half-frozen travellers cramped around a campfire and desperate for warmth. Oh, how I loathed snow. Though, the window’s passer-bys didn’t seem to mind.

    They always had somewhere to go and always in a rush to get there, not so much as stopping to breathe for a moment and take in the smell of shit and sewage, bask in the heat of the buses exhaust or perhaps shoot a degrading glare at a homeless man.

    The jingle of the door signalled a new traveller in my midst. They waltzed in, dragging in snow with their boots. Another deep breath; the slimy odour of burning rubber clawed into my throat. Coughing; met with backwards glances for a fleeting second, and all then resumed.

    The newcomer ordered their beverage, an iced latte? Odd, to say the least. But who was I to judge? They sat near me, glancing over their shoulder, eyes studying me. Up and down and then down and up. A slight furrowing of their nose; they got up, trudged over to another seat and plopped themselves down, never looking back.

    A sigh, my coffee had gotten cold. The half-frozen travellers huddled tighter for warmth against dwindling embers, to no avail. A deeper sigh, the coffee sloshed down my throat; unsatisfying. Mud-brown gloves pulled over my fingers, salvation for those decrepit wanderers.

    “Thank you” muttered I. A jingle of the door, boots buried in snow, dragged across onto the streets. I moved forward, passing the window I had just been looking out of. A deep sigh; eruption of mist clouding my eyes. Fumes drew water from them, I walked forwards. A homeless man wrapped tight in a blanket, I waked along. Snow scattered onto the streets, and I walked onwards.

Saye Kamal