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One wintry afternoon feeling chilled I stopped at an upper-westside cafe.  I asked for a cup of tea and drinking it I overheard the 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 only to guess at their star-crossed story.

Dana Susan Lehrman

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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!

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  1. Suzy says:

    This is a lovely vignette, Dana. Of course you leave us wanting to know more, but we never will. Unless you decide to make up a whole life for these two people.

  2. I was kind of wishing you would make up an elaborate story, as Suzy implied. I will have to search my own imagination for an ending. Nice piece of observational fiction.

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