Smile

I'd been in the Cafe Nero opposite the World Duty Free, Gate 35, Terminal 2, Heathrow, with my head on the table sobbing for about ten minutes when I looked up to see a woman, the only other person in the cafe, smiling at me.
I got a large lump of tissue from my pocket and wiped my sodden mess of a face and then looked back at the woman and gave her an inept half-smile.
Then the woman lifted her hand and gave me a small wave and mouthed the word- Alright?
I nodded and lifted my hand and mouthed back-Yes.
Then I mouthed her a thank you and put my head back on the table and began to cry again.
A few minutes later I heard her pass the table where I sat sobbing.
I waited until the sound of her clip-clopping heels faded completely before I sat up and began to drink my decaf soya latte.

Go to

spikyheart.com

tonilebusque.com