refuge

by Maggie Scout

This place had been a godsend and a refuge when hope seemed a long way off.

The thought of a tea shop having the power to heal made her smile; the first time in a while. Therapeutic.

She’d come to enjoy its cosy intimacy and laid back attitude. No questions. No rush. Acceptance amongst strangers.

A few months ago she’d hide in the corner. Invisible and separate. She didn’t know then that she was anything but invisible and the strangers around her sensed and understood her need for solace and safety.

Is anyone sitting here?