The steamer steamed, the babies screamed, the red-faced, fat-fingered woman stabbed angrily at her laptop.
Everything exactly the same as every other day.
Except for one thing.
The large, dark-haired man sitting on the other side of her table.
His eyes were grey, his face greyer.
Long, bony fingers locked together on the table, shoulders hunched, like a giant bird of prey.
Still.
Silent.
Strange.
And yet . . . familiar.
Damn it!
She had an hour to get this thing written and emailed off!
Suddenly, unexpectedly - yet still annoyingly politely - she heard herself say to the stranger “I’m really sorry but I have to work. There are plenty of empty tables. Why are you sitting here?”
Just kept on staring.
Leaning over the table.
Invading her personal space - physical and mental.
Not so much manspreading as manhunching.
“Fine!” she said.
She grabbed her coffee and laptop bag and stumbled awkwardly and angrily to the nearest empty table . . .
She took a deep, calming breath and opened her laptop.
The screen woke but instead of the usual bright butterfly image there was a face.
A grey face.
Staring at her.
Then slowly raised it again.
His face was still there.
His cold grey eyes boring into her mind.
She blinked.
And then allowed herself the briefest, fragile smile.
This wasn’t some weird apparition - it was just one of those pop-up news stories!
POLICE SEEK COFFEE SHOP KILLER
She stared shivering at the stark, dark words for several minutes before finally casting a nervous glance across the room . . .
She stared around.
So was the red-faced woman.
And the screaming babies.
Silence
At last
She took a slow sip of her pumpkin spice latte and rested her fingers on her keyboard.
To work
But before she could begin, she found herself scrolling down beneath the photo . .
‘Silence. At last’
THE END