She had to stop looking over at them. They would think that she was stalking! But that smile kept drawing her back. Where had she seen it?
Ollie and Merrick adjusted themselves in their seats and started a new conversation. Their hands busy with shelling the peanuts which were forming an abundant mountain between them. Merrick got up and ordered a second coffee for each of them and made his way back between the tables, gripping the cups in each of his large hands.
She doodled in the large notebook that she always carried with her and did her best to be discreet. Her page had a lot of ??? on it.
Then she heard the laugh and her head sprang up. She knew someone who had had that laugh, but that was 35 years ago, on the other side of the country. She hadn’t heard that sound since then. She looked up and mentally erased the lines of time, and added hair (what’s with the toupé, she giggled to herself).
Yes, it must be Oliver.
She looked up and mentally erased the lines of time. (Click to Tweet)
For the rest of The Little Story, read here.
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