SKIMMING

The therapeutic frame, attachment in relationship, sitting on the sofa, reading, in the Arts House cafe.
Four people walk in. A woman young enough to be my daughter/me to be her sugar-daddy. Two women looked like in their fifties a man the same. They sit down in the corner window seat the other side from where I sneak discrete a regular glance. The older women either side of the young and the man at the end nearest the counter from where he gets up to buy drinks a few minutes after sitting down.
The young woman cries. On and off. Why's she crying?
- could be someone died
- could be she just broke up
- could be she didn't get what she wanted
The women put hands on her shoulders, round her shoulders. The man leans in wanting a piece, wanting a part, a few lines to feel okay - surfing, skimming off her tears.