Coffee Shop

In the queue for cheap coffee on a rainy Wednesday morning, the traffic stops and Mr Jones, aged 74, realises that life goes on.

The school bus drives past.

In a mobile classroom, the teacher separates the children into groups, not realising that this event sparks a conversation which is the catalyst for a wedding 15 years later.

The teacher goes home and his wife of 25 years has broken her leg falling down the stairs. He waits in A & E with her for 5 hours and carries her to bed at 1am, stroking her hair until she falls asleep.

Later that week Mr Jones plucks up the courage to talk to the lady he sees in the coffee shop every day. She smiles.

A man who has just left his wife queues for strong coffee after a sleepless night and sits for hours writing a letter with a chewed biro. It is the first time he has ever truly considered his feelings about anything.

In the office block across the road a 33 year-old man makes his friend a morning cup of tea, milk one sugar. His friend is married and he has been secretly in love with her for exactly one year.

A medical student drops his friend off at work, a dreary office block, and afterwards crashes lightly into a lamp post. He tells the insurance company he was worrying about his mother, who broke her leg falling down the stairs.

Mr Jones and his female companion hear a crash and look out of the window; a car has run into a lamp post. They decide to leave and walk arm in arm through the park.

In the office block across the road a woman discovers her husband has left her just after her friend makes the morning cup of tea.

Mr Jones does something he never expected to do again; he goes to a jewellery shop to buy the sort of jewellery that accompanies a big question.