Are you a reader? Do you read then…? Katherine’s words seemed exiled from her mouth. These attempts at friendship were almost quaint these days and yet for the moment she wanted this coffee and this table cloth with the bold tulip detail and yes, she wanted this woman to stay.
Two women with green baskets entered the cafe and sat over in the corner by the ancient dog.
The hands were busy at the sugar again and the old Katherine might have frowned at the distraction, but instead she smiled in her new faded way and held up her own spoon.
Try this – perhaps you might like…chestnut eyes for autumn and a sudden hand took her silver spoon and gently tapped her nose. One tap for yes, two for definitely, three for a whole day with me. Think carefully Ms writer, you have just this minute to make up your mind.
Dark brown fire.
Katherine borrowed the spoon back and held the cupped end to her nose. She inhaled as gently as she dared. Warm metallic embers. Gardenia. The spoon moved once, twice and then, why not, once again. The magical promise of the three, the wisdom of the trinity. It was better than writing letters to those friends she would never meet again, better than watching the cat growing bored with her silent company. This was here, somehow a now had returned with the laces and the burnt chestnut eyes.
Wonderful!Your day can begin whenever you want it to. There will be no dawn or dusk until you decide. You are in perfect control of your, our destiny, Katherine.
If you say my name again I will cry.
But the woman didn’t hear this thought and she said Katherine again and it didn’t mattter and it didn’t matter that it didn’t matter, because they had their day, all day.
