Commintiy Service Templates

same time he had to choose between the glass and despair, he chooses his mixture, crushing, mixing the liquid making the opaque, yellow, almost undrinkable.

Her lips were grinning when he tried to swallow a mouthful with a sound "beurkpchsittt. From my kitchen table I heard this noise bitter asking me if I had to drink my coffee .....

He took his newspaper as a blanket , Spreading it on the table and leaving a tiny spot in next-door neighbor.

I thought it was going to react but he remained impassive griping leaving the newspaper snack.

Server powerless before this madman rather meek-looking, smiled nervously and a look shrugging one shoulder becomes invitation, offered another table.

I wonder what power could be the man that nobody deigned him reproachfully.

Suddenly a crackling noise nuisance around the room, he decided to be heard by pushing his chair, scraped the ground, lifting a leg as a roadblock to those of you who deign to sit next him. He was granted a place of honor, why not enjoy it!

I watched, scrutinized, every gesture like a movie that would be put in slow motion. His hands were clumsy, slouching his neck connected to a standard head out suggesting a hungry mouth.

Face anachronistic between what is imagined and what it should be in life .... Because it marked the most was his eyes, a blue ocean that takes us away in a sea of soft and serene, it could not have that environment to dive to come rocking from the waves that kept him from cheeks ...

I returned from my cloud, leaving the beach side and amused, I told myself that I would probably spend some time in the tavern of another century ...

The man in the newspaper, claimed another lemonade with a little mint, grenadine and lemon ...

server prepared his mixture before the eyes of the gentleman who did not lose a beat ... (You never know if he does not respect the order)

In another corner of the room, a boy pulled the sleeve of his mother and asked to see a Kestrel ...


- I Want a rainbow as the gentleman!
- I Want a rainbow as the gentleman!
- Mmmannnn! Are you listening , I want a rainbow like sir!

The mother did not seem to listen to her child, but eyeing a covetous eye on wallet trimmed like a mille feuille on the other table in front of her ...
He belonged to a lady who threw up messy affectations to the server that he was unaware of his behavior rather with the fear of being swept by a woman of the Third Age ...

The boy saw that his mother did not hear not look at me ....

He came to me and said:
- You draw what?

- A rainbow ... You want it?

- ouiiiii Ohhhh!

He left shaking his little chest that drawing as a precious gift ...

Man with a Newspaper , gave me a wink as a thank you. Hela server, spoke in whispers and ...

A glass rainbow appeared on the table and the child of mine ...

The mother became aware of this, tasted before, I looked at the lights of all colors drew his face ... She said: "Wow!" What a delicious drink!

I peered from one corner of the eye, the child, sir, the server ...

Is it a poison? The mother did not seem bitter and does not rolled down ...
Child elated contentment ...

I took the glass, rose to thank the donor but could not drink it, I thought I had the brownish mixture preview way back in this bar ...

The man took his ease in the chair, got his collar, gently scratched the few hairs that appeared to be embarrassed to be shown and resumed his newspaper ... Also at the same page ... (the article should be interesting)

Mother and child went do not forget to thank the good man she had a crestfallen look on the mile sheet that was lying still on the table the lady makeup through ...

I kept my doodles without omitting to lay my eyes here and there ...

The man rose, his heavy step approached, I saw his shadow on the table, he gently placed the paper and pointed the finger at the paper ...

In a headline with a photograph accompanying ...

"Do not believe it is a manipulator!"
And guess which character appeared? I give you a clue? No, I'm sure you will find ... :)

The man left without leaving a silence broken in the bar ... I watched him, he did not turn a single wake, mint, grenadine and lemon surrounded ...
I left the newspaper on the table with this glass rainbow which became murky when I pronounced his name ...

Mary