Two at a time

The coffee in the cafe is made, and made. It is over five years now, every working day starts in it
railway cafe. sit on a high stool in the station waiting room, taking the odd sup from the cup past the plastic lid on the paper mug. The table is covered in a thick a ten centimetre block. A sheet of wood, Bald man is making saadwich rolls again, two at atime, one with the left hand and one with the right. He is being ambidextrous The Andrea girl is working together with him, her hair in a thick plait pinned up to the back at her head. She has her dark glasses on too. The crowd at the counter has grown, a bus has just arrived
. A third man joins the two people serving, a large tall young man with his blond hair done up in a neat pomaded quiff, The bald man is making sandwiches
again? two at a time.
It is time to leave for the platforms, the ten minutes are up. The holidays are due to start on the coming weekend, a full month of no cafe, and no getting up so extaordinarily early. All of August.