There's a girl outside and she's looking through the window. I get the impression that I've seen her somewhere before, although I can't think where, it's like the man at the back of the cafe reading his paper, there's a strange feeling I've seen him somewhere before as well! maybe I'm cracking up! It's terrible when that happens, you can get the image of a person loged in your head and convince yourself you know them, even if you've never seen them before in your life...maybe it's a resemblance they hold to someone else that triggers off this train of thought....
I know! the man. He works in the pub down the road, the Horse and Hound, you see, I'm not going mad I knew it was some strange tenuous link to somewhere and now I've got it!
The girl is still there, there's a set of traffic light right by her and I'm wondering if she's waiting to cross. She looks quite young and there her eyes are filled with tears. She looks like she's looking for someone. I don't know who she expects to find sitting in a ropey old greasy spoon cafe but whoever it is they don't appear to be in here.
She turns away and walks slowly down the street leaving a little handprint on the wet, grimy window.
I stand up and pay the whippet faced woman behind the counter she smiles a forced smile and rolls her eyes when i walk off without leaving a tip. The girl with the baby is telling it to shut-up and she sparks up a fag, turning her back on it.