This week, we share Café Conversations submissions from readers and GLOSS staffers.THE GLOSS is celebrating café conversations, with sisters, mums, chums and others! Whether planned gossip or impromptu catch-up, involving a secret shared, a problem divulged, or great news to impart, we meet up to connect and chat over coffee in our favourite cafés. And sometimes we go solo and listen to other people’s conversations.
I normally don’t pay attention to the other customers, but one day, I saw one of my former primary school teachers, sitting across from me. I’ll call her Mrs G. She was my favourite. When I think of primary school, she is a big part of it. Back then, she wore her hair in a loose bun and had a wonderfully expressive face. Apart from a smart bob, she looked exactly, the same. And before I knew what I was doing, I was standing at her table like an excited twelve-year-old again.“Yes. Of course.
The ice broken, they jumped back down to the ground where they could sit close together, their two leads, one red braided cotton, the other yellow nylon, becoming entwined.