The Peacock 1374

Philip would be hard to define or understand in ordinary terms. He was eighteen years old and working in the coffee shop where he served tables. I had seen him there before but for some reason he chose to sit with me for a few minutes. Staff did have a lot of freedom in this establishment, as in other places of work, since this small town had a very strong sense of community. I could best describe Philip as multi-racial His mother was Metis and his father of japanese, Norwegian and African parentage. He had light coppery skin, wavy dark brown hair and the most wonderful green eyes. He was orphaned at sixteen, both his parents perishing in a bus crash, and having no other family, had been taken in by friends who treated him like a son. He was on the small side, slim and graceful like a professional dancer, and it turned out that he was studying dance. He got straight to the point. "you used to be a man." he said