It had been years since she'd felt so cared for, so loved.
They sat at the small table located in the corner. He insisted that she sit on the inside facing out so that he could gaze only at her.
She had been alone for a long time, never interested in dating. She spent her evenings either with her girlfriends or at home with her dog. Watching TV and talking about it at work the next day had become a social event in and of itself. She insisted that this was the choice she was making. To be alone. She never thought she'd find someone after all these years.
Her husband died in a traffic accident. He drove long distances for his job and was often away for a few days at a time. One day he left and never came back. She missed him everyday, even now, 10 years after he died.
They had a child, she and her husband. He's 18 now, totally independent and moving off to school in a month. Her son loved his mother. They were inseparable for years but now he was eager to be on his own. She knew this day would come and yet she finds herself unprepared for the silence that will follow his departure. Meeting this new man was helping the transition. She spent many nights on the phone and emailing him. Their conversations were effortless as they moved from how they spent their days to what they dreamt about.
They both had children in the same grade, this is how they met. At the beginning of the school year there was an open house. She noticed him of course, but she didn't think he looked her way. He looked her way. He wondered where her husband was and watched as couples claimed each other as they walked through the halls. She remained alone, hands clasped behind her back as she met her son's teacher. His eyes followed her throughout the night trying to determine her status. Then, she slipped out and was gone.
He caught himself thinking about her a number of times in the weeks that followed the open house. Even went so far as to ask his son if he knew her son.
There was no new information to be had. She slowly became a faint memory. And then, a few weeks ago he found himself back at the school completing some paperwork for the office. He walked quickly through the halls checking his phone for missed calls when he ran right into her. She was in the building for the same reason. It was perfect. He had to introduce himself. He had to invite her to coffee to apologize for making her drop her bag. It was the right thing to do.
She waited outside the office while he gathered what he needed from the school secretary. She wondered why she didn't feel uncomfortable agreeing to coffee with a man she'd just met. Of course she remembered him from all those months ago and she couldn't believe that fate had brought him smack dab into her life.
Their run-in turned into weekly meetings. Every Wednesday morning they'd meet at the coffee shop down the street from the school. And these meetings turned into evening engagements. She found herself canceling events with her girlfriends to be with him.
This was their first weekend away. The drive to Portland was perfect, traffic was light and the sun was shining. They'd planned the whole weekend out with shopping and restaurants and even a show.
They walked into Elephants Delicatessen excited for all the choices, holding hands and taking turns leading each other to one delicious item after the other. They finally agreed on getting the tomato orange soup and the two hearts one salad. Their orders were made and they made their way around to the tables.
She looked into his eyes as she reached across the table and held his hand. He leaned in to kiss her cheek making her feel safe, warm and loved.
5 comments:
Just beautiful, Jen! I can't wait to read more. Keep writing- you do it so well :)
Thank Tania, I've got nothing more on this couple. I saw these two in Elephant a year or so ago and started making up their story on my phone...we'll see who's story comes next...
You could put together a collection of short stories- and get it published :)
so inspiring! i love that it's an observation writing...keep doin' it - and sharing!
I agree with Tania. You were meant to be an author. I can hardly wait to read what you write.
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