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This started as a writing exercise as I sat at the coffee shop observing people for character development.
Reading over it one day I decided to write a short story based on the characters. I kept it in the form of a journal.
Crowded today and hot, makes it a
good day for iced coffee. Well Football
Hero hasn’t been here for a while. Maybe this isn’t his regular store he could
have just been passing through. I
probably should change coffee shops, seems to be about the right time for
that.
Now this man coming in isn’t
bad. He is talking about making
sausage to the young girl at the next table.
Hmmm is making sausage a code statement for something else? He must be my age and he is another one in
good shape. Very good shape!
Observation – people in good shape
drink plain coffee- no whipped cream piled high over the cup - no huge hunks of
coffee cake totaling a million calories each.
Sausage maker says he is
sixty-seven, - wow my grandpa didn’t look like that come to think of it my
father either. He is talking about his
granddaughters’ birthday. She is as old as my daughter. Another observation –
maybe the coffee shop is the fountain of youth.
My energy detector is going off
full throttle. It’s him. Football Hero
he’s back and looking better than ever today.
He must have been running today… so that is how he keeps in such great
shape. He is getting an iced coffee,
number two thing in common. Should I
say something? Yes…. No….remember high
school’s embarrassing moments?
Getting the courage to ask the
football star to the turnaround dance.
Back in those days girls waited for boys to approach them. Once a year in the spring the school would
sponsor a dance to give the girls the opportunity to feel the fear of asking
for a date – feel the rejection that the boys felt when they didn’t meet the
standards expected of them. Of course
I did get to experience all that rejection and humiliation and here I am
fifty-six and still scared. Guess I earned scars from the whole
experience. Well remember this is the
twenty-first century, talk to him what can happen? I am not proposing marriage, but hmm, I think I would want to
propose a little encounter, more than just a weak little ‘hi there, how are
you’? Just go up to him and say
‘haven’t I seen you in here before, care to join me’? Oh my I’m going to die on the spot if he rejects my invite. Make Note: Better wait, no can’t afford to wait...
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