Showing posts with label meeting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meeting. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Clouded Poetry - 9

Flashback. She and Oliver had been good friends back in college. They exchanged quips, reading material and scribbled poems for the other's scrutiny,

The person she was dating, whom she eventually married and was unhappy with for a long period of time, went to another school. One day she had enthusiastically pulled out her latest poem for Oliver to read. So many decades ago and the image of it still vibrated in her head. He read quickly as was his style, each word floating across his face.

When he was finished he took her hand from across the table in the student lounge and said the words that had echoed and bumped around in her head all these years. He told her that the object of her affection was a rat!

Mr. Charming had been spotted on more than one occasion with another specific girl.

She had often wondered through the long painful years of the marriage and even since its end, how things could have been different if she had heeded Oliver's words.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Specialty Coffee

It is Apr 28th and here in our city we have already experienced beautiful, warm weather. Today however, our forecast calls for continuous rain turning into snow, with the possibility of 10-25 cm of the white stuff. Yes, imagine how green it will be when it all melts!

At a corner off Macleod, while stopped at the light I saw a lovely young tall blonde woman. She had not heard the forecast. Her hair was being whipped by the increasing rain, her little leopard-print very fashionable jacket looked like it was getting soaked through, the high heels slowed down her progress on a very short crossing light. The cream coloured shoulder bag and laptop carrying case kept her grounded in the blowing wind.

A few minutes later turning onto Elbow, I saw a tall good-looking young man. Attired in a suit and blue shirt, anchored by his size but still getting wet. Waiting patiently for the bus. (He too, had not tuned in to Breakfast Television this morning.)

“I know the perfect girl for you” I think to myself… perhaps they will meet at a coffee-shop today.