Waching daily Sep 27 2017

[metalic sounds]

[sounds of cafe (chatter and spoons clinking)]

She began to stir the coffee with a little spoon.

[lady clinks her spoon against her cup]

The content almost overflowed the cup

pushed by the aluminium object.

[lady clinks her spoon repeatedly]

The metal's sound resonated when it clashed against the glass- tink, tink, tink, tink.

[faster clinking]

And her coffee with milk circled.

Circled with a pit in the middle.

[fast clinking]

I was seated right in front of her,

the coffee shop was crowded and the woman proceed with her stirring,

stirring statically while eyeing me smiling.

I felt a strong feeling erupting inside me and I eyed her in such a manner

that she felt the obligation of explaining her actions.

"The sugar isn't melted yet"

[fast clinking]

To prove herself she'd hit the cup several times,

with the metal spoon in the very deep end of the cup.

She restarted her stirring methodically with an energised strength. Spinning and spinning without seizing

endlessly while she continued to look my way, still smiling.

[fast clinking]

[gun shot]

It was there I drew my gun

and shot.

[clattered glass]