I’m sitting in a cafe having tea, lost in thought, I gather…looking a bit lonely; an uneaten pastry before me, an unopened book on my lap.
A pretty, young girl, no more than twenty, sidles over and says,” Ma’am, I think you may need a hug.”
Before I can respond, she kneels down, gently putting her tattooed arms around me, giving me, though brief, a nice, big squeeze.
Then she’s gone, like an angel with artwork drawn along her arms.
So here I sit, in wonder, my heart very full, finally reaching for that pastry.