a simple misunderstanding between a man and a woman spirals into a month of pent up pride and reflection into what should be instead of what is...
It is Sunday. Not yet dawn. A few peaks of a promising day etch through the darkness of the endless night. A night that sends him into thoughts of her. He tries to escape the lingering memory but no matter. Her presence etched into the very fabric of his being. It's been a month since he seen her and it's like no time at all.
"Is this madness I feel?", he asks himself as he looks in the mirror, then laughs at his own reflection. Touching his face, it is like he is looking at himself from outside his own body.
"Am I here?", he thinks to himself, shakes his head and heads over to the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "There is no rhyme or reason, I love her.", he concludes to no one at all, just whoever is listening somewhere out there.
A sudden memory pops in his head.The last conversaton he had with her. She rushes over to his place in her
new red convertible and walks right in, without knocking, a smile on her face. Showing him a letter not yet opened.
"Open it, she says. I'm too scared!"
He takes the envelope, ripping it open slowly, and reads the letter silently.
"Come on, don't tease me!", she shouts impatiently. "Tell me what it says! Did I get accepted at University or not?", she looks at him intently for answers.
He waits a moment, savoring her anticipation, smiling, then says, "Well, why would you want to go to this university? Nope, they don't want you!"
Tears well up in her eyes. "I worked so hard for this. I thought for sure they would accept me! My grades are good!"
He looks at her and smiles, "I am teasing you silly! "Yes! You were accepted! Why you want to go to that University is beyond me!"
She snaps the letter out of his hands and looks him in the eye.
"Can't you be happy for me?" She pushes past him as she rushes toward the front door, slamming it in his face.
It is early morning as he walks out of his house and the sun peeks out bringing the promise of a new day. A bright beginning for possibilities. The streets of the city are still and quiet as he walks the half mile to the park, yet today, he decides to stop by the diner for a while, to just read the newspaper and just listen to the chatter of
regular people going about their day. The name of the diner is the Golden Gate and as he entered the scent of bacon and coffee fill the room. It is a comforting smell and the warmth of the diner draws him inside.
"Want a booth or a seat at the counter?", the waitress asks, snapping her chewing gum and twirling her hair with her finger.
"A counter seat is fine.", he walks over to the counter and sits.
"Just a coffee."
"Nice day, isn't it?", she says as she pours his coffee.
"Yep. I stop here before I go to the park."
"Cool, nice day to sit and watch the world go by. Just don't get lost in that world!", she laughs. "Want a newspaper to read? I'll go get one."
"Sure, that'll be great."
She hands a newspaper to him. He opens up to the comics immediately to read what Dick Tracy is doing today. He likes Dick Tracy, always has. Yeah, if he was him, he wouldn't be sitting in this diner alone. Dick would find a way to get her back! He smiles at the thought.
He sits for several minutes sipping his coffee and just reading the comics.
Paying for his coffee, he exits the diner. "Have fun!", she teases, winking at him.
"Whatever.", he rolls his eyes.
He exits the diner and crosses half a street, and notices a red car. There is no one inside the car. As he approaches, he sees a girl attempting to fix a flat tire. He doesnt' recognize her at first as her long red hair is covering her face. "Need a hand fixing your tire?"
She flips back her hair and he steps back.
"Joe! Is that you?"
"Of course it is. Who else could I be? Need a hand Sally?"
"Sally, how come you are avoiding me?", he says as he jacks up her car." It's been a month since we talk. I care about you, don't you know that? I didn't mean to tease you about your acceptance letter. That's just me."
"I know Joe. It's not you. Yeah, there is some humor in
the way you delivered the acceptance news to me, but at the time I was too intent on just getting in to have anything to laugh about. Forgive my silence.
"Let me throw this spare tire on and your all set to go. Just don't be a stranger, okay?"
"How about getting in the car with me now?"
"Sure you won't bite my head off?"
"Ouch!"
"Get in."
"Well, now you can think about me, while I am here and not keep me under your hat."
"We are both too proud to open up, so fate steps in and opens the door for us. "
"Yes, Sally, our silly pride makes us put love under a hat."
"That's a good one, love under a hat! Sounds like Cat in the Hat."
"I wonder what Dick Tracy would do now."
"Oh, why would I care about him when I have you, silly man."
"Yes, silence is silly, isn't it, when words can heal your heart."
Humorous and a great write. I don't know where you come up with such good lines that go together, just like your other poems. You have great talent and show others you can give much love and have much love inside you. A friend, Lois
Reviewed by led zep
6/26/2007
very nice!
Reviewed by Candace Ho
6/16/2007
That was a beautiful story. I especially liked the waitress for some reason, and even more so the last few lines... great work!
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