The Coffee Shop

The Coffee Shop

She sat in her usual place, at her usual time, staring at the cup of coffee in front of her. She had a nodding acquaintance with a number of the regulars but, fortunately, none of them ever wanted to chat. This was her time, a chance for her to be alone, lost in her own thoughts.

She noticed the man settle himself into his customary spot in the corner of the room. As usual he took out a red note-book and started writing. He paused occasionally to take a sip of his coffee but he never looked up. She wondered what he was writing.

As soon as he came in he noticed her in her usual place. Once he had half heartedly smiled in her direction but she hadn’t seen him. She just sat there, staring into her coffee cup, oblivious of the world around her. He wondered what it was that she sat there thinking about.

She wondered if she should get herself a note-book. Maybe writing her thoughts down might some how help her, go some way to making the pain go away. If she did she would have to make sure that it was not a red note book.

Whenever she was there he found it increasingly difficult to write. That sad face and those doleful eyes seemed to drain him of any creative ideas. It struck him that the only solution would be to write about her. He decided to get a new note-book devoted solely to this mysteriously sad stranger.

The next time she came for a coffee she tentatively took out her new blue note-book and began writing. Once she started she couldn’t stop, her deepest fears and most intense feelings just flowed on to the page. She was so busy she never noticed him come in.

 He sat in his usual place. He had so much that he wanted to write down. He was so eager to get started that he hadn’t even looked up to see if she was in. He took out his new blue note-book and started writing, her whole life just flew on to the pages.

MikeJackson©2011

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Now that I'm retired I have more time to devote to writing my blog and creating short stories.
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10 Responses to The Coffee Shop

  1. Therunwriter says:

    I enjoyed the story, I’m always sucked in by stories that involve coffee or coffee shops.

    • Mike says:

      Thanks for dropping by, glad you enjoyed the story.
      I spend so much time in the local coffee shop I ought to write more stories about it and the people who go there.

  2. penpusherpen says:

    me too, Mike, just like Threrunwriter I mean, about coffee shops and stories about them, I’ve thought a few up myself… as it’s where I sit and think deeply sometimes. but before I get sidetracked, two minds, one thought and two outcomes. .. I wonder if he’s written correctly about her life. ‘twould be interesting to see her story and his as they write it… xPenx

    • Mike says:

      Thanks for your comments Pen.
      I also enjoy the time I spend in the local coffee shop reading and writing.
      Next time I’m in there I’m going to take more notice of the other customers – I’ll be looking out for anyone with a blue note-book!

  3. Very sad… very thoughtful, Mike. It made me to think about things we do not see and just neglect in our lives. We spend a lot of time in soulful loneliness, never thinking there is someone we can somehow relate with, share our lives and our sadness… and that is the sadness of life…

    • Mike says:

      I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for your comments.
      You are so right – I often wonder how many things we miss each day because we are too busy to look?

  4. Selena says:

    Bittersweet….two ships passing in the night. Well done, Mike.

    • Mike says:

      Hi Selena. Thanks for your comments, I’m glad you enjoyed this short tale.
      I sometimes wonder how many ships have passed by me over the years because I’ve been too busy looking the other way?

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