Another hopping heads exercise
She looked up to them as they entered and exited the coffee shop—a sea of faceless faces. She stretched out her hand and she started to speak: “Spare change? Spare change for the homeless?” But, like always, she was invisible. True, her words reached their ears but how will they know where she was if she’s invisible? She tried once to tug on the coat of a man. The man looked at her but did not see her. He just stopped, then looked, then continued on walking. She was invisible. “Spare change?” She asked again to a couple laughing as they entered the shop. Their laughter stopped. The guy cleared his throat and he ushered his girl in. She closed her eyes. Then, she felt something cold touch the palm of her outstretched hand. She opened her eyes and she saw a blonde haired little girl. The girl looked at him with eyes blue as the sky, and then the girl walked away. She looked at the quarter sitting on her palm. She smiled then. She was invisible yes, but somehow, it was always the children who were able to see her.
Mike stared at the crowded Starbucks—the line was almost reaching the entrance. He scouted for an empty seat when he felt someone tug at his sleeve.
“There,” January whispered to him.
True enough, there was an empty table by the corner of the shop. It was near the bathroom. He led January to their seat. She thanked him as he pulled out a chair for her.
“What’ll you be having?” Mike asked though he knew exactly what January will be ordering. It was always the same thing when it came to his girlfriend.
January bit her lower lip as she contemplated on what to get—something Mike secretly adored—then she said “Just a slice of blueberry cheesecake.”
Mike smiled and gave a nod. He walked to the end of the line. Behind him, the door swung open and a pack of children ran inside. There were probably five of them. They were followed by two ladies who were talking in hushed tones.
“Where’s Susan?” Mike heard one of the ladies say.
“I saw her talking to that dirty lady mama,” one of the kids answered.
Mike looked back and outside the glass window he saw a little girl walking to the door. Behind her the homeless lady Mike and January ignored was in tears.
Susan half skipped and half walked inside the coffee shop. Immediately, she covered her nose with her pink hanky. Susan hated coffee—the taste of coffee, the smell of coffee, and the look of coffee too. Tom, that’s her brother’s name, triple dog dared her once to take a sip of mama’s coffee. Susan threw up afterwards. Everytime after that, whenever mama started making coffee, Susan made sure she was upstairs where the smell of coffee won’t be able to find her. Susan walked inside the coffee shop, then she felt a sharp tug as mama pulled her arm.
“What were you doing talking to a stranger? I told you not to talk to strangers didn’t I?” Mama said. Mama’s eyes were blue, like Susan’s, and whenever mama was angry they would grow smaller as if mama was staring at something bright. Mama’s eyes were like that now. Susan was about to answer when mama pulled her again.
They stopped behind the line. Mama had let go of Susan’s arm and started talking again with Aunt Lucille. Well, they weren’t actually talking talking, they were more like whispering talking. Susan had sharp ears though; she heard what they were talking about. Susan heard Aunt Lucy mention Uncle Bill’s name. She mentioned something about the force. She wanted to the force Uncle Bill. Susan once asked mama what the force is but mama just shushed her up.
“Children shouldn’t go and listen to conversations of adults,” she said.
Susan gave a nod but she kept her fingers crossed and that means she didn’t actually agree with mama. She looked up and she saw Aunt Lucy was crying. Then Carl snatched Susan’s hanky. The scent of coffee all went inside Susan’s nose. She then threw up.