2 January 2011

10pm, Wilmslow Road

Outside: the beeping, hundred-tongue bustle of a Rusholme Saturday. Inside: in the cafe's emptiness I pick dropped olives and falafel from the foil wrapper, lick tahini sauce from my fingers, pour another fresh mint tea.

3 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

Lovely! I like the contrast between outside and inside. Sounds like a nice snack too!

Bridget Whelan said...

And it sounds like a very nice place to hang out. Enjoyed the phrase Rusholme Saturday even though I've never been there or - God help me- wouldn't be able to find it on a map

annie clarkson said...

Thank you!