On the way home...
It was almost dark when I walked home today. The diner is on the way. It wasn’t like I went out of my way to go see her.
When it’s dark outside any light seems brighter, warmer than it normally would. I could see her through the large window. Her hair more golden than the light, spilling out of the door when a customer left.
When the door swung back it cut off her laugh.
She still sounds the same.
I stayed at the corner looking at the diner for a while.
Maybe half an hour.
Maybe a little more.
She’d pass past the window, serving customers and clearing tables and when the person she was talking to was seated with their back to the window I could see her face. Her smile.
She seemed so happy. I knew giving her the money was a good idea.
It’s odd. I’ve missed her all the time, when she wasn’t here, but now, with her so close it’s just a matter of opening a door, I miss her even more.
I bet she liked David.
When it’s dark outside any light seems brighter, warmer than it normally would. I could see her through the large window. Her hair more golden than the light, spilling out of the door when a customer left.
When the door swung back it cut off her laugh.
She still sounds the same.
I stayed at the corner looking at the diner for a while.
Maybe half an hour.
Maybe a little more.
She’d pass past the window, serving customers and clearing tables and when the person she was talking to was seated with their back to the window I could see her face. Her smile.
She seemed so happy. I knew giving her the money was a good idea.
It’s odd. I’ve missed her all the time, when she wasn’t here, but now, with her so close it’s just a matter of opening a door, I miss her even more.
I bet she liked David.