126. Cafe Nero T2 cont’d

On the 18th day of Christmas my true love sent to me…

My cappuccino arrives.

I go to the wooden sideboard where the sugar is and grab a handful of sugars.

Brown.

I sit down.

Tear open a sachet and pour it into my drink.

Tear open another and pour the contents into my mouth.

I love the sweet taste.

The crunch of the crystals.

I sing under my breath.

Anyone looking would think I was one of those crazies talking to myself.

I don’t care.

18 victims of domestic violence.

I got the song wrong.

It shud be 17 school shootings.

Ok.

18 victims of domestic violence.

17 school massacres.

16 burning pilots.

15 monks in flames.

14 murdered journalists…I forgot their names.

13 blood diamonds.

12 tear gassed babies.

11 kidnapped school kids.

10 dead child soldiers.

9 live harvested organs.

8 homophobic hate crimes.

7 stolen childhoods.

6 paedophiles.

5 child porn rings!

4 murdered whores.

3 blinded boys.

2 girls with acid burns…

And a female genital mutilee.

I stir my cappuccino.

Heathrow.

Homeless.

WTF.

I sip my coffee.

Munch another bag of sugar.

Get up, go out to the smoking area.

There are no tourists to ask for a cigarette.

But I find a half smoked dogend on the floor.

Pick it up.

Ask a workman for a light.

Light it.

Sit on the concrete block.

Puff my dogend.

On the 19th day of my Christmas my true love sent to me…

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Author: Mark Dark

Actor turned Christian missionary turns his back on his Hollywood dreams to combat sex trafficking in Cambodia – and finds himself tangled up in gang culture and a surreal internal world of drugs psychosis. Based on true events.