Post by goldenmyst on Aug 31, 2022 20:42:09 GMT -6
Surreal Coffee
“Hey, you are the guy who told me about his writing.”
Her memory was an indisputable statement.
“I remember that morning! Yes I got to brag to you about my literary pretensions.”
“Come, come, your glasses and button up shirt are the sure signs of a wordsmith. Now tell me your name.”
“My name is John.”
“My name is Emma. So is your last name Hancock?”
“My surname begins with an H but the rest is different.”
She replies, “May I join you on the patio? You look jazzed by the musicians out there and I could use some of that outdoors buzz too.”
“Well the though prospect of keeping up my side of the conversation is daunting your fetching company is most irresistible.”
“Then it is a deal. I am due for a break. If you don’t mind I’ll have my regular black coffee though you go decafe with milk.”
I say, “Look up. A flock of birds is overhead.”
She replies, “The last bird I saw was one a guy flipped at me. So it feels great to see the feathered variety.”
“Let’s sit behind the musicians. The acoustics are wonderful back here.”
“It is wonderful to see elderly people playing jazz together don’t you think?”
“Especially because I myself am nearing the elderly status. You know I am fifty six. You look no more than twenty five.”
“You guessed right. I am exactly twenty five. Good eye Johnny boy.”
“Well I have a touch of cataracts. But I can still spot a Lass from a Madame.”
“I bear no ageism and if you eyes are fogged the better not to see my freckles.”
“I love freckles.”
“Then even better my lad.”
“Have you noticed the age spots on my hands?”
“You never had those when you were with me.”
“You were only a twinkle in your Dad’s eye when I was spry enough to be your beau.”
“Well you are still a twinkle in my eye even though I was old enough to be your mother when we tied the knot.”
“It doesn’t matter if this is real or not. I’ll just go with the flow.”
“You are the man I knew. And if you can love me with my surreal nature then all is well.”
“Hey, you are the guy who told me about his writing.”
Her memory was an indisputable statement.
“I remember that morning! Yes I got to brag to you about my literary pretensions.”
“Come, come, your glasses and button up shirt are the sure signs of a wordsmith. Now tell me your name.”
“My name is John.”
“My name is Emma. So is your last name Hancock?”
“My surname begins with an H but the rest is different.”
She replies, “May I join you on the patio? You look jazzed by the musicians out there and I could use some of that outdoors buzz too.”
“Well the though prospect of keeping up my side of the conversation is daunting your fetching company is most irresistible.”
“Then it is a deal. I am due for a break. If you don’t mind I’ll have my regular black coffee though you go decafe with milk.”
I say, “Look up. A flock of birds is overhead.”
She replies, “The last bird I saw was one a guy flipped at me. So it feels great to see the feathered variety.”
“Let’s sit behind the musicians. The acoustics are wonderful back here.”
“It is wonderful to see elderly people playing jazz together don’t you think?”
“Especially because I myself am nearing the elderly status. You know I am fifty six. You look no more than twenty five.”
“You guessed right. I am exactly twenty five. Good eye Johnny boy.”
“Well I have a touch of cataracts. But I can still spot a Lass from a Madame.”
“I bear no ageism and if you eyes are fogged the better not to see my freckles.”
“I love freckles.”
“Then even better my lad.”
“Have you noticed the age spots on my hands?”
“You never had those when you were with me.”
“You were only a twinkle in your Dad’s eye when I was spry enough to be your beau.”
“Well you are still a twinkle in my eye even though I was old enough to be your mother when we tied the knot.”
“It doesn’t matter if this is real or not. I’ll just go with the flow.”
“You are the man I knew. And if you can love me with my surreal nature then all is well.”
