Your challenge this week is to practice your powers of observation. Take any person, place, or event, and write three paragraphs describing your subject in great detail.
Find the challenge here.
I push open the door of the Italian bar and a wave of chatter and babble engulfs me. Customers chat loudly, ribbing each other and laughing deeply. The TV blares the usual Berlusconi propaganda in it’s corner up on the wall while a few elderly patrons stare fixedly, drinking in the drivel.
The smell of fresh, Italian blend wafts its way into my nose, soaking into me, lifting my early morning spirits. I shoulder my way to the counter and place my order – “the usual” – a privileged code only regulars can use. The bartender is sweating, flinging saucers onto the counter, thumping the coffee dispenser and fingering the switch to allow the dark, creamy liquid to fill the waiting cup. Then it’s placed on the saucer and on to the next one.
Armed with my cappuccino and croissant, I find myself an empty table, start reading the paper. I look up and catch the eye of a middle-aged man. He looks guiltily away. I watch him more closely. He is painfully thin with greying hair. His jeans are dirty. They are creased, as if he has slept in them. His face is lined and sunburnt. He has wrinkles on his wrinkles and the skin has a leathery texture. He talks to people and smiles but his eyes remain cold and distant. I realise that he is watching me furtively in the mirror. He has been watching me for days.