Originally published for the prompt Potpourri (Writers Choice), I hope you’ll read or reread this story now.
West Side Story
One wintry afternoon feeling chilled I stopped at an upper-westside cafe. I asked for a cup of tea and drinking it I overheard an attractive older woman at the next table tell the waiter someone was meeting her.
She was looking toward the door when a handsome gray-haired man entered, glanced around the room, and approached her table. She rose and there in the middle of that small cafe they embraced and kissed, and for those brief moments seemed oblivious to all around them.
Then they sat, their hands touching on the small table as they talked, and then ordered food and ate. But seemingly pressed for time, the man soon called for the bill, paid the waiter, and then rose to go. The woman stood and they embraced once more, and the man walked towards the door.
She watched him go and then put on her coat, and I saw her gently touch the back of his empty chair before she too left the restaurant.
Through the window I watched her hurry down the street and disappear into the late afternoon, upper Broadway crowd – leaving me to wonder how their star-crossed story would end.
– Dana Susan Lehrman
This retired librarian loves big city bustle and cozy country weekends, friends and family, good books and theatre, movies and jazz, travel, tennis, Yankee baseball, and writing about life as she sees it on her blog World Thru Brown Eyes!