Tears , Giggles and a Cat

Two kids.

One, three or four. 

The other, the other. (Four or three if that’s not clear).

The first toddles into the café behind his mother.

“Would you like a cookie?” the mother asks.

The three or four-year old nods.

“A cookie and a glass of milk with honey.” The mother addresses the server.

“I’m sorry, there is no honey. I have this.” The server holds up a tube of Agave Syrup.

The mother shakes her head.

“They don’t have any honey.” She is addressing her child.

The child starts crying in the uncontrolled way only a three or four-year old can.

Addressing the world.

The world cries back.

The second child is standing in the middle of the road outside the café.

There are no cars and there aren’t going to be. 

There are no cars in this part of the world and the road is closed to them (that aren’t there) anyway.

This is elsewhere.

A black cat saunters up the road towards the four or three-year old, who watches it. 

The cat walks up and starts rubbing herself against the child’s legs.

The child starts giggling in a way only a four or three-year old really can. 

Addressing the world.

The world giggles back.

The crying one, stops and looks out of the open café door.