and then I go to Caffè Nero and the man in front of me pays for his tomato soup and cheese and ham panini with three fivers from the wad of notes he pulls from his trouser pocket like the time my uncle had a wad of fifties that he kept in his trouser pocket to pay for flowers for the market stall that he used to run with my grandad who used to run it with his brother before and through the war on Leather Lane next to Hatton Garden and if you keep walking you’ll reach the Thames where the London Eye now sits viewing the whole world and maybe it can see me sitting next to a café window that is smashed like a Ferris wheel listening to a woman cry into a cool lemon drink as the man she is with puts on a bike helmet and leaves her and she wipes her eyes on a branded serviette and blows her nose and a man plays the news through an iPad while also reading a James Patterson book called GIRLS like it is his living room
Harriet Rosenthal-Stott is an emerging poetry and flash fiction writer. Her work has appeared in Visual Verse, FlashFlood, and 42 Stories Anthology Presents: Book of 42². She has presented at Lancaster LitFest National Poetry Day. She lives in Lancaster, UK.
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