ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
After much bugging by friends, family and co-workers I finally caved and took the big step to submit some of my work. I write little short stories that reflect life during good times and bad. Hopefully you will enjoy! [February 2012]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (7) A Special Day (Short Stories) Remember how it used to feel when you waited for that special someone to arrive. [376 words] Confronting A Bully (Short Stories) Have you ever experienced workplace bullying? See how this person chose to heal from this experience. [4,341 words] Facing The Dark (Short Stories) A woman comes to terms with her past. [448 words] Fishing With Grandpa (Short Stories) This is a story about a little boy's first fishing trip with his Grandpa. What an adventure they had! [1,158 words] Letter To Dad (Short Stories) This is moving letter written to a father that has passed in hopes of bringing closure to the grief his daughter suffers. [403 words] The Hawk (Short Stories) We find our strength and healing powers in the strangest of places. [489 words] The Little Christmas Tree (Short Stories) A cute little story about a sad little Christmas tree. [237 words]
Cafe Mundo Cari Graham
I am standing outside the door to Cafe Mundo. Today I meet my best friend. We have planned this for a long time. Plans keep changing and we keep missing each other, but today is the day. I take a deep breath and walk in. I make my way up to the counter and order my coffee with cream and sugar, not black like I usually take it. Today I want something sweet.
As I turn from the counter I scan the entire coffee shop. I had hoped you'd be there before me so I could study you from a distance and gather up my courage to meet you, afraid if you saw me waiting you wouldn't like what you saw and exit by the first door. I couldn't be so lucky. I looked around. Everyone in the coffee shop was a regular and I recognized every face.
I take my coffee into the smoking section which is a glass enclosed room on the far side of the shop. It is quiet with the exception of one other person and oldie goldie tunes playing from the speakers hidden in the ceiling. I take a seat in the far corner of the room with my back against the wall. I am not comfortable with my back to the open. Hauntings from past times I guess. I sit and wait sipping my hot coffee and reminisce over all the past conversations we have had. I close my eyes for a brief moment and calm my nervousness.
When I look up you are standing in the doorway taking in your surroundings. Your glance passes by the lady to my right and it settles on the red carnation that has been chosen as our signal. You smile and advance towards me. You travel the distance between us with long sure strides, walking with confidence and a look of excitement on your handsome features. You are taller than I had expected, broad of shoulder with a dark complexion.
Our eyes meet; mine a dark shade of hazel and yours deep blue as the ocean. I begin to swim in that ocean. I catch myself before I fall too deeply and make a fool of myself. I muster an attempt to smile but my nervousness shows through. You reach your strong hand out to me and I place mine into it. My complexion pales in comparison. My heart is racing, my thoughts are running together and my voice is no where to be found. You sit down across the table from me not letting go of my hand.
"I've come all this way and you won't even say hello!" you say laughing as you notice my dilemma.
"Hi!" I manage to squeak out. You find this quite amusing since you know me never to be at a loss for words.
"You're shaking" you say softly as you hold my hand firmly. "Don't shake. I'm here now."
"I can't stop shaking" I manage to reply, "I have been shaking for days thinking about this moment." I had every right to shake. I wanted to bolt from my chair and run from the room but I was glued to my seat and couldn't move.
I had initiated this relationship myself. I had been looking for a virtual lover, someone to fulfill a fantasy. I got a considerable amount more than I had originally bargained on. What had started out as sensual flirtation had evolved into a very deep friendship and the virtual love scenario had been brushed aside for a deeper and more meaningful partnership. We have bared our souls through e-mail letters and chats. Would we be able to cross the vast distance from cyberspace to reality and keep our bond intact?
As conversation takes over I find myself forgetting this is our first real life meeting. I feel we have met for coffee just like this every day of our lives. The same feeling comes over me that I feel every time I turn on my computer and you are there.
I realize that you are still holding my hand. We must give every appearance of lovers to all in the coffee shop and I giggle as I think of it.
"What is so funny?" you ask as I burst out laughing.
"Look at us. Sitting here holding hands for what...over and hour now...like two lovers" I whisper to him as I lean forward trying to quiet my laughter.
"Yeah, and just what's wrong with that?" you inquire with a puzzled look on your face.
"I was just thinking that I do this in this very coffee shop every morning with my husband. These people see us everyday here. I can just imagine what they must be thinking now and what they will think come tomorrow when I am sitting here again holding his hand."
We both laugh out loud as we always do together on line.
"Wait 'til we're all three in here together this summer when I come back for camping." you add laughing along with me.
"Excuse me ma'am. Are you okay?" The waitress says to me as she stops by the table.
I blink back my tears of laughter and look at her. "Why yes I am fine� I say as I look at the empty seat across the table from me.
As I get up from my seat I wonder if you imagined our meeting to be the same. You, sitting at your table in your local coffee shop in another part of the country, sharing a cup of coffee together across the miles. Someday my friend, we will be together at the same table.
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