Art is life Essays - Mumbles, Swansea Bay, Hands And Knees

Art is life Essays - Mumbles, Swansea Bay, Hands And Knees Art is life Jenny walked into the small yet crowded caf? and moved as close to the counter as she could. Scanning the place out of the corner of her eye, she checks to see if there could even be a small corner open for her to squeeze into after she orders her coffee. Maybe coming to this caf? wasn?t the best choice, she ponders. This place is full to the brim with smelly dreads and unwashed clothing. Did she accidently walk into a soup kitchen? Her judgement seems to be getting the best of her and she turns around only to end up tripping over the person behind her and falling onto her hands and knees. Someone scrambles to help her and she assesses the damage, a broken toe and a scraped up knee. Don?t they believe in washing the floor? She?ll need a tetanus shot no less. Finally jenny adjusts her gaze to the hand that helped her. Fighting the urge to pull away, she allows the guy to help her up before looking into his face to apologize. Mark watches as a woman a few feet ahead of him seems to have inner battle with herself before finally ending on the floor. He attempts to help her up but can only see the disgust she has for the place and quite possibly him, written all over her face. Whats her deal? I could just leave her there. She brushes him off, mumbles an apathetic apology and then pushes through a couple back out the door. Shrugging, he turns around and accepts his usual coffee plus an extra in hopes to maybe catch the overly hasty lady outside the door.