19./ …With loads of sugar mate…
I was cycling through town, feeling happy actually, pondering forgiveness and the peace it brings. I saw a chap sitting on the floor, huddling by the warm air vent coming from the spa of a hotel.
Hot drink mate?
Latte please … loads of sugar.
I pop into Starbucks and place the order. “What’s the name?’, the girl asks. I pause, blank. ‘Is it for a homeless person?’ Yeah… She writes Have a Good Day on the cup.
I buy a big gold coin to go with it. Chocolate one.
The people working in Starbucks are lovely, I chat to Dan, he says it’s ok to use the photo I took, and I tell him about EM.
I give the hot latte to the guy on their pavement, and ask him his name. He responds with his fore and surname, and I’m reminded of a child, or a prisoner, or someone who’s used to identifying themselves to authority.
He reminds me I forgot the sugar.
I get him a handful of sachets and wish him well.