Sitting on the patio at a café in Tel Aviv.
Round, black lacquer tables, wicker café chairs,
Young, skinny panted, tight t-shirted hipsters
drink espresso, eat croissants, talk politics.
A dog nibbles crumbs off the ground.
A white haired, wrinkle faced man sits alone,
sipping tea from a glass.
He rolls up his sleeve, revealing
a faded number tattooed on his wrist.
yeesh. that got dark. or light depending. is the white haired wrinkled faced man the narrator? I wonder.
Oh this is really intriguing. Great snapshot with a lot of weight to it.
Boom. that last sentence.
the title frames this scene beautifully
the simple Tuesday afternoon juxtaposed with that last line – yes
I can see the scene. Your title is perfect.
Rich details brings the scene slowly into focus in a way that spotlights the contrast created by that last line.