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It was a dreary fall day in 1956 England. He sat in the coffee shop. He had a warm cup of coffee clasped in his hand, the steam sticking to his glasses and warming his face. He looked out the window at the heavy rains of spring. The street had emptied completely because of the rain and he couldn’t help chuckling to himself at the thought that people would run from water. A life giving force. Something we need in our lives.

He looked at the newspaper and sighed a little, the issues with the Suez Canal had made it on the newspaper as well as the issues with Egypt. The news was of little concern to him, he just wanted to go through life unnoticed. He glanced to the music player that was playing a new song by a new artist by the name of Elvis Presley, his foot bouncing with the lively tune. Then went back to his book written by Kingsley Amis.

He took another sip of coffee. It was bitter and bold, just the way he liked it.

He glanced to the clock, eight o’clock at night. He looked forward to Saturday tomorrow where he didn’t have to go back to work. He worked in a shoe shop as a Cobbler, he enjoyed the older trades more so than this newfangled stuff.

New automobiles, new music, new movies, new wars all over the globe. It was all a little overwhelming.

He enjoyed his simple existence after work reading a book in the coffee shop, staring out the large glass windows at the world around him. It was placed in his town square and was the perfect place to window shop.

He was a watcher. He was the silent man in the coffee shop.

Resources: http://www.theguardian.com/world/2006/oct/22/egypt.featuresreview

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