“Two coffees with real milk!” he shouts at the waiter, sliding the coins across the counter. He shuffles to the corner seat, her favourite one with the view of the pond. “Almond milk,” he scoffs, “what nonsense.” He reads the newspaper front to back. Watches the ducks. Drinks both coffees.
Stephanie is a writer from Perth, Western Australia, who likes to write about love, loss and relationships in the hopes it might help her understand them a little better.
beautiful
Can see him, feel his grief, taste the coffee. Encore-
Nothing like a man who blusters, eh?
Hi Stephanie, I’m from Perth too. Great story, I imagined so much about this gruff old man before his grief cut me through.
Is the man a gruff old man? Could he be younger?
A poignant comment of a life experience!
Thanks for your comments everyone :) inspired by a stranger I overheard once at a cafe